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“I think you should let go of that thought. Remember when Mirabe came home the other day? You
spoke to Summer, sounding so distant and formal, and asked her to call you Ms. Delih from now
on… Do you really think she didn’t pick up on that?” Shawn started to dissect the situation with a level
head.
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Delh couldn’t help but let out a wry smile at his words. “The truth is, I was ticked off by the way she w
was talking, too. She knew Mira had juste back from the countryside, and she made a point of
emphasizing that in front of her. If anyone else had heard her, they’d probably look down on Mira. How
could I not be a bit harsh? How would Mira feel hearing those words?”
She paused, then continued, “Summer’s been with us since she was a baby, and even though this
mix–up happened, I’ve always seen her as my own child. It hurts to see her upset. Do you think I don’t
feel it, too?”
Despite her love for both, Delh couldn’t deny that when it came to her biological daughter and the girl
she’d mistakenly raised, her blood ties made her more sensitive to her own flesh and blood.
Delh had raised Summer for seventeen years, and Summer had never suffered a moment’s slight in
the Davis family. On the other hand, Delh’s biological daughter had ostensibly grown up in an affluent
household, but in reality. she’d been left in a remote town by the callous Gilberts.
The olddy who had raised Mirabe from infancy truly cherished her. Still, the tough environment and
the loneliness of being a left–behind child must have weighed heavily on Mirabe’s childhood.
Every time Delh thought about these things, her heart ached. Now that her daughter was back, she
only wanted to make up for the seventeen years they had lost.
Shawn saw his wife slipping into guilt again and couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her shoulders,
offeringfort, “Mira’s a sweet girl. Nobody could dislike her. Emmitt feels the same.”
That Saturday, Mirabe decided to visit Catherine with some goodies in tow.
Catherine lived in a senior residence in the city, set amidst a tranquil neighborhood without schools or
large shopping centers nearby – ideal for the elderly. Mandy could be quite harsh and petty and loved
putting on airs, but she was decent to her own mother.
Before heading over, Mirabe had called Catherine, so when she rang the doorbell, it didn’t take long
before the door swung open. Catherine’s eyes reddened at the sight of her granddaughter, and she
quickly ushered Mirabe inside.
The house was spacious and well–decorated, with all sorts of furniture and appliances. Despite this,
there was a palpable sense of emptiness.
Mirabe nced around briefly and then turned her attention back to her grandmother, who was
fumbling with fruit and sses of water in a fluster, much like a child.
“Grandma,e on. Let’s just sit down and have a proper chat,” she said, guiding Catherine to the
couch.
Catherine’s gaze stayed on Mirabe’s face for a long while before she finally said. “You don’t look like
you’ve lost weight. Seems like your birth parents are treating you well.”
“Yeah, they’ve been good. They wanted to visit you, actually, but I thought it might be an imposition, so
I suggested another time,” Mirabe replied with a smile.
“Let’s do that soon. But today, it’ll just be us having a proper catch–up.” Catherine’s wrinkled face lit up
with joy, though the dark circles under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion.
Mirabe reached out to hold her grandmother’s hand, casually checking her pulse under the guise of
a gentle touch. “Haven’t been sleeping well?” she inquired casually.
“No, I’ve been resting just fine,” Catherine replied hastily, not wanting to cause any worry. But the truth
was, ever since she’d moved to this ce, insomnia had gued her night after night.
Mirabe raised an eyebrow but simply asked, “Have you been taking your medication on schedule?”
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