Chapter 446


    Over at the house, Mirabe walked in to find Donald and Shawn deep in a game of chess in the living


    room. “Hey there,” she greeted politely as she approached them.


    Donald paused, a chess piece in hand, and nced up at Mirabe. “Do you y?” he


    asked.


    Leaning casually against the armrest of the sofa, Mirabe replied in a nonchnt tone, “Nope.”


    “Oh,” Donald muttered, his interest waning. He returned his focus to the game, his gaze intense as if


    nothing else mattered.


    Mirabe shot Donald a sidelong nce. The man was quite the actor, pretending to be so engrossed


    in the game.


    At that moment, Shawn looked up at his daughter. Then, turning towards the doorway, he asked,


    “Honey, where’s Zach? You’re all by yourself.”


    “Zach’s got to workte these next few days, so he won’t be staying over,” Mirabe answered, her


    voice steady. In her mind, though, she figured Zach was just dodging another matchmaking setup at


    home, using thisme excuse to stay away.


    Shawn’s face softened at her response, despite a flicker of suspicion that Zach’s sudden overtime was


    a bit odd. He didn’t dwell on it, though. One less thorn in his side at home was a pleasant thought.


    “Good, good, overtime means extra cash. Saves us from whispers of freeloading. We aren’t exactly


    rolling in dough here. Can’t afford to keepyabouts,” Shawn casually remarked.


    Mirabe raised her eyebrows, her expressionplex. If she hadn’t gone out to lunch with Zach at


    the restaurant earlier, she might have bought into the nonsense.


    Donald, however, cast a doubtful nce at Shawn. With all the priceless antiques around the house,


    calling themselves anything short of wealthy was a stretch.


    Just then, Donald’s phone chimed with a couple of text messages. He pulled it from his coat pocket.


    [You’re at the Davis family.]


    [Are youing back on your own, or do I need to send someone to fetch you?]


    Donald made a face before pocketing the phone. A simple call to Mirabe while forgetting to turn off


    his phone was all it took to get tracked down by his grandson.


    “Donald, your move,” Shawn said with a smile, bringing Donald back from his thoughts.


    Donald’s gaze fell back on the chessboard. After a brief pause, he spoke up rather


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    sheepishly, “You know what, Shawn, I think I’ll call it a day. My grandson’s asking for me.


    Shawn looked up in surprise. “Your grandson’s wrapped up with his business?”


    Clearing his throat, Donald nodded. “Yeah.”


    Mirabe, who was about to head upstairs, overheard the exchange and turned around, a hint of


    curiosity in her eyes. Just moments ago, the man had been ying the lonely old


    card.


    Unaware of Mirabe’s scrutinizing gaze, Donald reached for his cane and slowly rose to his feet. “I’ve


    imposed on you enough these past days. When I’m back in Riverdale, do drop by for a visit,” he said to


    Shawn.


    Shawn stood up as well, nodding respectfully. “You’re too kind. I’ll be sure to make the trip.”


    Riverdale? Mirabe’s eyes lingered on Donald for a moment longer.


    Donald’s phone rang again. He quickly answered with a hint of irritation, “Got it, I’m on my


    way.”


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    After hanging up, Donald nodded at Shawn and then awkwardly at Mirabe. Without further


    exnation, he started towards the front door.


    “I’ll walk you out,” Shawn offered.


    Donald paused, then with a quick change of heart, he replied, “No need. Let Mira do it. I’ve taken quite


    a liking to the girl.”