Chapter 120


    The person on the other end of the phone was none other than the nurse from the hospital who hadn’t


    managed to catch up with Mirabe.


    Mirabe halled a cab and made her way back to the hospital. Along the journey, Mandy bombarded


    her with a relentless stream of calls, but none of which she answered. Eventually. she simply blocked


    Mandy’s number.


    “Ms. Mirabe, I am terribly sorry. I should have called you earlier toe pick up your belongings. I


    was caught up with something and couldn’t get around to it,” the nurse apologized, handing over a


    letter to Mirabe with a look of regret.


    Mirabe took the letter with a courteous nod. “No problem, thank you.”


    “You’re wee,” the nurse replied with a smile. .


    As Mirabe walked away with the letter, she paused and turned back to address the nurse “Can I ask


    if my grandmother was discharged on her own?”


    The nurse shook her head. “I’m not sure about that. I was working the night shift. I wasn’t here this


    morning.” She paused and then offered, “Shall I ask one of my colleagues for you?”


    A flicker of disappointment crossed Mirabe’s eyes, but she quickly shook her head and declined, “No,


    that’s alright,” before walking away.


    At the hospital’s garden, there were public benches where people could sit and enjoy the greenery.


    Mirabe found a spot on a bench and opened the letter.


    [Mira, I have gone back to my hometown. You take good care of yourself and don’t worry about me. I’ll


    take good care of my health. I’m waiting for the day you bring home an international trophy.]


    The content of the letter was brief, and the handwriting was far from beautiful. It bore the slow and rigid


    strokes of an elderly person. In the corner where the name was signed, there was a dry mark where a


    tear had once fallen.


    A lump stuck in Mirabe’s throat as she could almost picture Catherine, her grandmother, writing this


    letter with a heavy heart and trembling hands. The days when they had only each other forpany


    shed before her eyes like scenes from a movie, bringing back a year of serene memories that stood


    out in her life.


    Mirabe tilted her head back slightly. Her eyes fluctuated between rity and dimness as the soft glow


    from a nearby streetlight cast a mix of warmth and solitude upon her face.


    “That’s a rare expression on you.” Suddenly, a voiceced with teasing cut through the quiet. Mirabe


    slowly turned her head, and there he was: James, with his sharp features and lean figure, standing with


    his arms crossed and an air of nonchnce about him. She had no idea how long he had been there.


    Chapter 120


    Mirabe’s brows furrowed slightly as she carefully folded the letter and asked, “What are you doing


    here?”


    James raised an eyebrow yfully. “If I were not here, I would miss your rare moment of vulnerability,


    wouldn’t I?”


    Mirabe stood up and moved closer to James. Her piercing eyes locked onto him, and her voice was


    tinged with an icy detachment. “Having trouble seeing things? Let me get closer so you can have a


    good look.”


    A smile flickered at the corner of James‘ mouth as he beheld the girl standing defiantly before him. Her


    proud stance was a stark contrast to the quiet figure seated on the bench moments earlier. He raised


    his hands in mock surrender, chuckling, “Okay, my bad. Wrong choice of words.”


    Mirabe let out a soft scoff and turned away from him, but a thought suddenly raced through her mind.


    Abruptly, her gaze returned to James. There was a hint of suspicion in her voice, “Did you help my


    grandmother with her discharge from the hospital?”


    She knew that when Catherine had previous heart trouble, it had been James who had brought her to


    the hospital. The idea that her grandmother could leave without a trace and that James might have had


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