Chapter 88


    Mirabe had just returned home from the hospital when Emmitt walked through the door. Days had


    passed since theirst falling out, and although the anger had subsided in Emmitt’s heart, a certain


    unease lingered, casting a cool shade over his gaze whenever itnded on his


    sister.


    “Did Leo note home yesterday?” Emmitt’s eyes swept the living room, then turned towards Delh,


    who was bustling in the kitchen.


    “Yeah, he did, but he left right after dinner. Said he had a flight to Lakewood today to shoot a music


    video or something. Why the sudden interest? You looking for him?” Delh eyed him curiously.


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    At that, Emmitt hummed nomittally, “No big deal, really. Just haven’t seen him in a while and


    thought he’d stick around the house to rest up.”


    “I called you yesterday, but you were busy with work.” Delh replied, her voice tinged with


    annoyance.


    Clearing his throat, Emmitt made no reply.


    “Aren’t you hungry? Lunch will be ready soon. Go and chat with your sister in the living room.” Delh


    instructed, pausing before adding, “And rein in that temper of yours. Mira is your flesh and blood. Don’t


    always be looking at her through those judgmental sses.”


    Emmitt was about to decline the meal, but Delh’s words left him swallowing his protests. Mirabe


    sat curled up on the couch with a book, her focus undisturbed even as Emmitt took a seat beside her.


    He watched her, his expression dimming, assuming she was intentionally ignoring him. He didn’t initiate


    conversation, choosing instead to pick up the remote and flick on the TV.


    The quiet atmosphere was broken by the sounds of the television. Mirabe nced up briefly before


    returning her attention to the pages before her, seemingly unaffected by the intrusion.


    Emmitt wasn’t truly interested in watching TV. It was more about upholding Delh’s request without


    losing dignity by speaking first. So, he flipped through channels aimlessly, paying no real attention to


    what was on.


    But soon, a variety show caught his attention, halting his restless channel surfing. Summer, a dynamic


    pop singer known for her stage presence and central role in her group, was gracing the screen. Even


    Emmitt, who seldom watched such programs, couldn’t help but be impressed by his foster sister’s


    natural charisma. He settled in to watch.


    After the performance, the hosts began interviewing the artists. As the center of her group, Summer


    was a focal point of their attention.


    “So, our lovely Summer, aside from rehearsals, what do you usually do with your free time?” the host


    inquired.


    On the screen, Summer, with her wless makeup and sweet smile, answered gracefully, “Besides


    training, I spend most of my time with my nose in a book. After all, as everyone. knows, I’m still a senior


    in high school.”


    “Haha, you’ve seen how hardworking and dedicated Summer is. Has she won over any more. fans out


    there?” The host yfully joked to the camera.


    The audienceughed affectionately at the host’s teasing. After a brief pause, the host continued with a


    smile. “We’ve heard you participated in the ‘BrainSpark Nationals‘ and achieved an impressive sixth


    ce in the preliminarles. Summer, how do you feel about that. and do you have any inspiring words to


    share with us?”