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    Chapter 175


    Mirabe had tried to reach Jenna earlier, but there was no answer. Maybe Jenna was busy, or


    perhaps she had left her phone behind. Mirabe didn’t call again but sent Jenna a text instead. It


    wasn’t until the second period in the afternoon that Jenna finally replied. (Sorry for seeing thiste. My


    dad’s been in a car crash, and I’ve been taking care of him.]


    After reading the message, Mirabe waited until break time and stepped out of the ssroom to call


    Jenna again. This time, Jenna picked up quickly. Through the phone, Jenna’s voice came, choked with


    sobs, “Mira, the doctors say my dad’s really bad off. He might… he might end up in aa…”


    Holding her phone, Mirabe listened to Jenna’s cries until she had poured out her fears. Mirabe


    asked, “Which hospital is your dad at?”


    Jenna’s voice was on the edge of breaking as she gave the details. Just then, the bell rang for ss.


    Mirabe was brief, “Don’t be too down, Jenna. Your dad’s going to pull through. I’lle by after


    school. Got to go. ss is starting.” She hung up and returned to the ssroom with a thoughtful look.


    Jenna put away her phone and managed a wry smile, looking over at her mother, who had been


    standing outside the ICU, rooted to the spot. She desperately wished for her dad’s recovery, but the


    doctor’s words had shattered all hope for her and her mother.


    After school, Mirabe hailed a cab straight to the hospital. She found Jenna sitting outside the hospital


    room, looking pale and drained, her eyes red and swollen. It seemed that Jenna’s gaze only focused


    when Mirabe appeared. “Mira, you came.”


    “Yeah.” Mirabe reached out instinctively to pat Jenna’s head, then asked, “So, tell me what’s going


    on with your dad.”


    Jenna looked into Mirabe’s bright eyes, finding somefort in them. While clutching Mirabe’s


    hand, she started to recount what the doctors had said about her father’s


    condition.


    Mirabe listened, her expression easing somewhat. The situation didn’t seem as dire as she had


    feared.


    That was when Ka, Jenna’s mother, approached. Upon seeing her daughter talking to at tall, slender


    girl about her husband’s injuries, she swallowed her sadness and interrupted, “Jenna, maybe ease up


    a bit. Don’t make your friend upset, too.”


    Then, turning to Mirabe, Ka paused, recognizing the girl her daughter often raved about at home,


    the one she called Queen Mira. Her husband had even jokingly suggested inviting Mira over sometime.


    The thought of her husband made Ka’s throat tighten, but she managed a polite smile. “I’m sorry,


    Jenna is just too upset. Thank you foring to see her dad.”


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    After a brief pause, she added, “We can’t really visit him in the ICU right now, but I appreciate you


    making the trip.”


    Mirabe nodded in understanding. I’m sorry. I’m sure he’ll get better.”


    Ka felt tears welling up again. She didn’t want to break down in front of the kids, so she simply said.


    “You two chat. I’ll leave you be,”


    With that, she walked away, her steps heavy with concern.