Chapter 84


    As Mandy and Aiden left, Summer found herself without any reason to stick around. With a forced


    smile and a mumbled excuse, she made her awkward exit.


    Once they had all gone, Catherine turned to Mirabe, rushing to rify, “Mira, the reason I didn’t tell


    them about you taking care of me in the hospital is because…”


    Mirabe handed her the water and interrupted with a calm voice, “I know. Don’t worry about it. You


    don’t need to stress.”


    Relief washed over Catherine as she took a small sip of her drink. It was her usual tonic. Her eyebrows


    rose in surprise, “Did you just go get my medicine?”


    Mirabe nodded slightly, hooking a nearby chair with her foot and slouching down onto it with a casual


    air. “Why haven’t you been taking the medicine I prepared for you these past days?”


    Catherine gripped the cup tighter, her gaze shifting away from Mirabe. “I have been taking it.”


    Mirabe’s half–smile didn’t reach her eyes as she watched Grandma. She didn’t say a word. The


    silence stretched. Catherine always found it unnerving when her granddaughter wore that smile. All the


    excuses she had thought up seemed to stick in her throat. Finally, Catherine caved in, murmuring, “It’s


    not that I intentionally didn’t take your medicine. It’s just that… it disappeared.”


    Mirabe tapped her fingers on the armrest, maintaining hernguid demeanor. “The Gilbert family took


    it, didn’t they?” It took Catherine a moment to nod, confirming what Mirabe already suspected.


    “Alright, let’s put the medicine issue aside for now. Let’s talk about what caused your sudden illness


    last night,” Mirabe said gently, as if discussing something mundane.


    But Grandma knew better. That tone was a sign of Mirabe’s growing irritation. After a pause,


    Grandma managed a wry smile, “It’s actually because the medicine was gone. Besides me, the only


    other person at home on a regr basis is my caregiver. So, I called Mandy.”


    Mirabe rubbed her temples, sighing with a hint of exasperation, “You could have just called me


    directly if the medicine was gone.”


    Catherine looked down, the bitterness in her eyes hidden.


    Mirabe switched topics, “And what’s the deal with James? Howe he was the one who brought


    you to the hospitalst night?”


    Catherine was momentarily taken aback by Mirabe’s choice of address, then exined, “Maybe I


    identally dialed his number during the episodest night. Mr. James is a kind man. You must thank


    him for me.”


    Catherine didn’t mention that, in this new city, she felt almost like a stranger. Her daughter was


    unreliable, and her most beloved granddaughter now had her own family. In this city, James was the


    only acquaintance she had. Other than him, Catherine couldn’t think of anyone else to call.


    “Mr. James?” Mirabe cocked her head, her expression one of confusion as she looked at her


    grandmother.


    “Isn’t he your tutor?” Grandma asked, a bit puzzled.


    Mirabe blinked, not quite sure where the misunderstandingy, but it would do. It would save a lot of


    exnations, so she simply agreed, “Yeah, he’s my tutor.”


    Upon hearing this, Grandma didn’t question it further. She simply sighed in appreciation, “Your tutor


    has done well, turning your grades from rock bottom to top of the ss. Mira, you must invite him overBelonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    for dinner sometime. We really should extend our thanks.”


    Mirabe could only nod silently, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.