Chapter 412


    Mirabe’s gaze softened A slight frown appeared on her face as she pondered for a few seconds


    before parting her lips to speak in a subdued tone, Thanks for your concern, Principal, but I’ll handle


    this myself. There’s no need for you to get involved.”


    Anthony quickly interjected, “No trouble at all, Mirabe. Since this happened on campus, the school


    stepping in might actually make things a bit smoother.”


    Students like her, sensible, academically ster, and not a bother to the school, were a rare find indeed.


    The idea that she could have collided with someone was something he couldn’t take – not even for a


    million dors!


    He couldn’t fathom how that old man could stoop so low as to stage an ident with Mirabe.


    Despicable!


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    “No worries, I think the school getting involved might not look so good. I can take care of this issue, you


    don’t have to fret,” Mirabe declined Anthony’s offer graciously.


    She couldn’t quite wrap her head around why that old guy had targeted her, of all people. Did she look


    like easy prey to him?


    A cold, mocking smile flickered across Mirabe’s mind.


    How naive he was!


    Meanwhile, in the hospital, Donald suddenly sneezed a mighty sneeze. ‘Figures, staying in the hospital


    is no good. Too many germs around,‘ he grumbled, his nose wrinkling in


    distaste.


    He took out his phone, scrolled through his call log, and pressed the number he had dialed 99+ times.


    And this time, the phone that had gone unanswered before, surprisingly, picked up.


    After leaving Anthony’s office, Mirabe returned to her ssroom.


    Anthony had suggested she take half a day off to go to the hospital and sort things out with the old


    man, but she refused. She had already been scammed out of eight hundred bucks for a hospital


    check–up, and now he expected her to miss out on her studies.


    As if she’d let that fly!


    So, Mirabe calmly waited until noon, had lunch in the cafeteria, borrowed a hundred dors from


    Jenna, and then hailed a cab to the hospital.


    Once at the hospital, the sight of the empty ward and neatly folded nkets on the bed made


    Mirabe’s expression turn sour. She approached the nurse’s station and inquired politely, “Excuse me,


    do you know where the elderly patient from room 302 went?”


    “Oh, that gentleman was discharged this morning. Didn’t he get in touch with you?” The nurse, who had


    been on duty the previous day, remembered Mirabe for paying extra to have some apples bought for


    the old man in the room.


    A crease formed between Mirabe’s brows as she thought for a moment before asking. “Did he leave


    on his own, or did his familye to discharge him?”


    “A young couple took care of the paperwork. It looked like they were family,” replied the


    nurse


    Hearing this, Mirabe internally scoffed. Of course, they were all about scams. Just yesterday, he was


    ying the lonely old man card.


    “But you know, I did feel bad for him. No one was with himst night, and he was so hungry he came


    out looking for food. My colleague even made him a cup of instant noodles, and the poor thing slurped


    it all up, even the broth. Sigh, kids these days just don’t look after their elders. The nursemented.


    Realizing she might have spoken out of turn, the nurse chuckled awkwardly, “Don’t take it the wrong


    way. I didn’t mean you. You’re not rted to that old man.” She had pegged Mirabe as a Good


    Samaritan who had just helped an old man to the hospital.


    Mirabe pursed her lips, thanked the nurse, and quickly exited the hospital.


    On her way back to school, she couldn’t help but wonder why that con artist had called the school


    earlier that morning, threatening trouble, only to suddenly check out.


    Was it a change of heart? Her instincts told her that was unlikely.