Chapter 415


    Mirabe, tangled in a web of confusing rtions, suddenly blurted out, “Mom, who is this old… Who


    exactly is he?”


    Delh nced up at her daughter. “Sweety, you don’t recognize your Grandpa from back


    home?”


    Grandpa from back home? Yeah, right, since when? She was raised by her grandma, and there was no


    grandpa in the picture.


    Rubbing her temples, Mirabe started, “No, it’s not that-”


    But before she could finish, Donald chimed in, “Maybe I should be going. I’m just an old country


    bumpkin, dirty and all. I understand if Mira doesn’t want me around.” With that, he shakily reached for


    his cane next to him, struggling to stand up as if ready to leave.


    Mirabe was bbergasted. What an actor!


    “Oh, please, it’s not like that at all,” Both Delh and Shawn rose to their feet, helping


    Donald back onto the couch.


    Turning to Mirabe, Delh said, “It was not easy for him toe all the way to the city. You could be


    a bit more hospitable.”


    As her words fell, even Shawn, who usually spoiled his daughter, couldn’t help but give Mirabe a look


    of mild reproach as if to say, how could you treat an elder like this?


    Mirabe, who hadn’t managed two words yet, was left feeling undervalued by her own


    parents.


    The couple thenforted Donald and assured him he was wee to stay, quickly telling Mirabe


    to keep himpany before they headed to the kitchen.


    Once they were out of earshot, Mirabe took a seat next to Donald, stared him dead in the eye without


    a trace of emotion, and demanded, “Where did you evene from?”


    Without Delh and Shawn around, Donald dropped his pitiful act. Resting his hands on his cane, he


    arrogantly replied, “You hit me and thought you could run off? Do you think the world works like that?”


    In other words, there was no way she was getting rid of him that easily.


    Watching Donald’s demeanor switch in an instant, Mirabe felt a pulse throbbing at her temple. “Who


    hit who? You know exactly what happened”


    “Clearly, you hit me. How could a frail old man like myself knock into you?” Donald retorted.


    Mirabe, with a steely look, cut straight to the chase. “Fine, how did you


    find my


    house?”


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    She paused, then rephrased her question, gazing directly at Donald. “Or rather, what’s your purpose for


    tracking me down? Don’t give me that grandpa story. We don’t know each other


    Donald’s gaze wavered slightly, but he stood his ground, “You hit me, so you’re responsible for taking


    care of me.”


    Mirabe’s patience had run dry. “I don’t care what you’re after, but you better find an excuse to leave


    my ce. Otherwise, brace yourself to be thrown out.”


    Donald anorted and tilted his chin up even more defiantly, “Go ahead, try throwing out a poor old man


    like mel”


    Mirabe was at her wit’s end.


    Just then, Zach walked back into the living room. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing the old man and


    looked questioningly at his sister. “Mirabe, who’s this?”


    “Oh, I’m Donald, Mira’s Grandfather back home,” Donald switched back to his kindly facade, answering


    for her.


    Mirabe’s face darkened even more as she thought to herself, “It’s getting really hard not to punch an


    old man.”