The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1000

Nick set his glass down on the coffee table and said, "You look exhausted. Maybe you should skip school today and just rest at home."

Mirabella rubbed the tip of her nose and shook her head, "No, I’ve joined a research group; I can’t fall behind."

Nick didn't push further. He just slipped some medicine into her coat pocket, "Remember to take this."

Mirabella nodded softly.

Zach was in a rush; after a few words of caution, he hurried out the door as well.

After breakfast, Mirabella went upstairs to change into a thicker coat before heading to school.

Following two mandatory afternoon classes, Mirabella made her way to the department's dedicated research lab.

Linden, Kason, and Jessie, though graduate students, had more free time than Mirabella. By the time she arrived, they had already been working in the lab most of the day.

"Hey, you don't look so great today. Are you sick?" Jessie initially wanted to discuss algorithms with Mirabella but changed the topic upon seeing her pale face.

Mirabella smiled and nodded, "Just a slight cold, but I'm feeling much better now."

"Don’t push yourself if you're not well. Health comes first," Linden said, adjusting his glasses with concern.

"I'm really fine," Mirabella said as she pulled out a chair, sat down, and booted up her computer.

Mirabella opened the progress saved from the previous day and continued with the next step of the calculations. Her strong mathematical and logical thinking allowed her to progress without much difficulty.

Linden and Kason, on the other hand, were running into significant problems.

Hearing Mirabella's words, Linden and Kason were momentarily stunned.

"You finished it already?" Linden asked in astonishment, remembering that the progress had only been a third completed the day before.

Kason glanced over his computer screen and quickly grabbed his mouse.

Mirabella hummed in affirmation, her voice nasal and not as clear due to her cold, "I reviewed the algorithm last night, but I'm not sure if my approach is correct. You have more experience in this area, so if you have any better suggestions, I'll recalculate."

Upon hearing this, Linden felt a wave of inexplicable guilt.

The junior had worked overtime and even made herself sick over an algorithm, while he, as a senior, had made no progress at all...

Linden silently lowered his head and began to examine the data on the computer.