Chapter 405


    Mirabe’s expression darkened the moment she heard the old man’s tant lie.


    Why on earth had she reached out to help him? She hadn’t even pocketed the five million from the ad


    deal yet, and was this already shaping up to be a financial fiasco?


    “Sir, this is a school, and there are cameras everywhere. Your scam is pointless!” Mirabe ground out


    through clenched teeth.


    The old man’s eyes widened then narrowed, his voice whining and wheezing, “Oh, my head is


    spinning… I feel so unwell… You can’t just walk away after knocking me over…”


    Mirabe was speechless.


    There weren’t many students milling about the campus at this time. Still, the few who were there


    hesitated to approach, seeing Mirabe holding onto the elderly man who wasining of feeling


    unwell. Nheless, a responsible student quickly whipped out their phone and dialed for an


    ambnce.


    Unable to free herself without seeming forceful, Mirabe found herself inexplicably roped into the old


    man’s charade. Before she knew it, she was being tugged into the ambnce alongside him.


    Even when they arrived at the hospital for a check–up, the man wouldn’t let go of her hand, iming he


    feared she might flee.


    In the hospital room, post–examination.


    Mirabe sat stone–faced, gazing at the old man who was now making himselffortable in the


    hospital bed, still clutching her clothes.


    “I want some fruit sd; you better go get me some,” the old man demanded with no hint of politeness.


    “I’m broke, got nothing, so forget about it!” Mirabe replied coldly.


    “You knocked me down, and you’re still so brash, not a shred of respect for the old man huffed, trying


    to provoke her.


    your elders!”


    “Sorry, but in all my years, I’ve never seen someone as audacious and scammy as you,” Mirabe shot


    back.


    A flicker of guilt crossed the old man’s eyes, but his face remained defiant. “I don’t care. You hit me,


    and it’s your job to take care of me now.”


    He paused, then added, “Otherwise, I’ll go to your school and make a scene every day.”


    “Be my guest!” Mirabe shrugged nonchntly, then stood up, easily pulling her clothing


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    from his grasp.


    The old man sat upright in rm, pursing his lips and staring at Mirabe, “Trying to make a run for it?”


    Mirabe nced back at him emotionlessly and said, “Yes.” After smoothing out her clothes, she


    added, “Taking you to the hospital was purely out of goodwill. Don’t think for a moment that you’ve got


    one over on me.”


    She pulled out her phone, tapped on the keypad with thest ounce of her patience, and asked, “So,


    what’s your family’s phone number?”


    At that, the old man lying in the bed fell silent. He slid down, pulled the nket over himself, and turned


    his back to Mirabe.


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    “Just leave me be. Let this lonely old man fade away on his own,” he mumbled miserably.


    Mirabe massaged her temples. In the past, she would’ve walked away without a second thought, but


    now she was somehow letting this man take advantage of her.


    Checking the time, she gave him onest look and said, “Well, you take care. I’ve got sses to


    attend.” With that, she strode out of the room.


    The sound of the door closing echoed through the hall.


    Was she really gone?


    The old man’s eyes shot open, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly threw off the nket and


    sat up with surprising agility.


    Had Mirabe been there, she would have seen that the old man had none of the frailty he had feigned


    earlier. His movements were quick and nothing like the slow, shuffling gait he had pretended to have.