Chapter 96


    In the bustling heart of the city, Shawn arrived at a renowned seafood bistro with his wife and daughter


    in tow. As they stepped out of the car, Mirabe took in the opulent decor of the establishment, her


    gaze lingering on the details that screamed expensive taste.


    Shawn went off to park the car, and Delh, after taking a few steps, noticed her daughter hadn’t


    followed. She turned, a puzzled look on her face. “Mira, what’s holding you back?”


    Mirabe blinked, her tone earnest. “I was just wondering how much a meal here costs. We’re not


    exactly rolling in dough.”


    Delh couldn’t help butugh at her daughter’s remark. “Don’t you worry about it. Even if we dined


    here every single night, I could still afford it,” she reassured. After all, they owned the ce.


    Still, their daughter had always been under the impression they were strapped for cash, which both


    Delh and her husband found rather amusing, so they hadn’t bothered to set the record straight.


    Half–joking, Mirabe replied, “I’ve got this sneaky suspicion you’re keeping things from me.” Like, how


    come they were supposedly poor, but it looked like they were anything but?


    Clearing her throat, Delh deflected, “Nonsense, darling.”


    Mirabe gave a drawn–out “Hmm,” clearly not convinced.


    The bistro manager, who had been tipped off by the bosses, was waiting at the entrance. He hurried


    over to greet Delh with the utmost respect, “Madam, wee.”


    At the sound of “madam,” Mirabe’s eyebrows shot up. Her nce at her mother was heavy with


    implication as if to say. “Is this what you meant by ‘nonsense?“”


    Delh touched her forehead, realizing the charade was up too soon. She cleared her throat and


    steadied herself, then nodded at the manager before turning to her daughter, “See, isn’t the service


    here exceptional?”


    The manager stood awkwardly to the side. Was the boss‘ wifemending him?


    Mirabe’s lips twitched as she observed the ever–bowing manager and the grandeur behind him,


    sensing her experiences of a modest life slipping away. After a moment, she nodded. “Quite good.”


    “Carry on with your work. We’ll head up to our booth,” Delh instructed the manager, sending him a


    discreet signal to leave them be.


    Although the manager didn’t quite grasp the underlying dynamics, he was adept at reading the room.


    He quickly excused himself and made sure the staff knew not to disturb the family’s meal.


    Satisfied with the manager’s response, Delh led her daughter upstairs to their private booth.


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    The booth was spacious, its interior asvish as the rest of the ce, dripping with


    extravagance.


    “Sweetheart, take a look and order whatever you’d like,” Delh said, presenting the menu to Mirabe.


    Mirabe opened the menu, and upon seeing the prices on the first page, she fell silent once again. It


    felt like she’d stumbled Into the wrong script.


    Just then, Shawn, who had parked the car, returned. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he mentioned, “Zach


    just called. He’s going to join us for dinner.”


    Delh was surprised, “He’s back in town?”


    “Yep, got in yesterday,” Shawn confirmed, then turned to his daughter. “Mira, you’ll get to see your


    brother Zach soon.”


    As Mirabe handed him the menu, she casually asked, “What does Zach do for a living?”Content ? provided by N?velDrama.Org.