My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 37

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At first, Soren treated Fiona’s dream of opening a shop as nothing more than a frivolous pastime. The only new note he filed away about her was that she intended to trade without permission–a detail that brushed his life without leaving a mark.

Then Harriet mentioned that Fiona hoped to use Soren’s mother, Penelope, as a living advertisement for those remedies. The moment that rumor reached him, a shard of wary interest pierced his calm.

He summoned the sandalwood box, spread the crisp slips of formula across his writing desk, and read. One grain more, one grain less–every recipe tipped into deadly poison. Followed to the letter, however, each promised breathtaking results.

Only one man alive could write such precise and perilous prescriptions, the Divine Physician Morgan Murren, a healer known as much for genius as for the ruthless tricks he played on patients who dared ignore his advice.

Years ago, the celebrated doctor vanished from the map. Scholars, nobles, even kings sought him in vain. Yet Fiona somehow held his secrets in her palm, and that startled Soren to the bone.

Fiona’s strangeness, he realized, did not end with a few forbidden scrolls.

And Soren himself needed a favor from Morgan. He would not let this unexpected trail slip between his fingers.

Fiona drew a breath so smooth it might have been ice on a lake. “Lord Soren, you wish me to track down the Divine Physician for you?”

One brow lifted. The tiny smile that touched Soren’s mouth said her guess had struck the center of the target.

Seeing that expression, Fiona understood the question had been a trap. Her answer had leaped out too fast, and now the snare tightened around her ankles.

Had she known the Fuller family bowed to Soren’s command, she would have guarded the formulas with her life. Regret, however, offered no antidote.

After a moment’s silent calculation, she bit her lower lip. “The Divine Physician appears and disappears like mist, she said, voice steady yet soft. “Wanting to see him does not mean one

can.

“You have six months,” Soren replied, each syllable falling like a sealed decree.

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Fiona weighed the span–half a year would almost do. “Then may I ask, for what purpose must I find him?”

“There exists a poison called White Camellia,” Soren answered, eyes dark as stormwater. “I need its antidote, and only the Divine Physician can craft it.”

“I cannot promise the Divine Physician will hand it over,” Fiona murmured.

“Your task is merely to uncover his door,” Soren said.

Though her mind tangled itself into knots, Fiona kept her face a placid mirror. “Very well,” she agreed. “But in return, I hope you will show mercy when matters concerning my father arise.”

“Regarding Mr. Saunders, tell your father he need not risk the throne room to plead.” Soren’s tone was light, yet the promise carried iron weight.

Shock flashed through Fiona. She remembered Xavier’s casual remark about visiting Lakebourne–clearly an investigation already in motion.

In her previous life, the bribery case against Matthew had exploded half a year later, dragging the Niven family to the edge of ruin. Now, somehow, the verdict was already written.

Gathering courtesy around her like a shawl, she asked, “Has your wound improved, Lord

Soren?”

Across the painted table, he studied her. Her eyes, still rimmed in red, made her look heartbreakingly fragile.

He pressed no further. Whether her sorrow was genuine or a crafted appeal, he could not yet decide–and perhaps, for the moment, that mystery served them both.

Soren could pretend indifference to many things, yet not even he could deny one simple fact. Fiona, despite the dust on her skirt and the wet shimmer in her eyes, still carried a startling kind of beauty–ragged at the edges, but all the more arresting for it.

When he extended a pale–blue silk handkerchief toward her, Fiona looked up, confusion flickering across her face like the brief flare of a struck match.

“See to yourself,” he said, his voice as cool and distant as snowmelt. “Otherwise, Ms. Fuller may think you came here only to be mistreated.”

The word “mistreated‘ told her at once what he meant. He would never toy with her, she knew that. Yet the suspicion surrounding Vincent’s death made her recoil, a wary animal startled inside her chest.

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A quick glance at the gilt mirror on the side table laid the truth bare. Her lashes were damp, her lips bitten crimson, her expression dazed. She looked–there was no kinder phrase–as though someone had gotten intimate with her moments ago.

Heat crawled up her neck. Embarrassment, sharp as a pin, rooted her to the spot.

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