The child was so well-behaved and quiet, always clinging to M,pletely uninterested in anyone else''s attempts to engage him.


    That evening, Eugene went to the police station to handle some follow-up matters, leaving Miranda as the only one in the hospital room with M.


    Once the child fell asleep, Miranda couldn''t help but express her frustration. "This kid is so attached to you! I tried everything to make him smile, but he wouldn''t even budge. Is his heart made of stone?"


    M chuckled, half amused and half exasperated. "Don''t worry, he''s just a bit shy around strangers."


    Miranda knew this, of course. She was just envious-she wanted to cuddle the adorable little boy herself.


    ...


    The night passed without incident.


    M woke up early, got the child ready, and had breakfast. She noticed that Miranda kept ncing over with an expression that suggested she had something on her mind.


    "What''s up?" M asked after finishing her meal and taking her medication.


    "Nothing much," Miranda hesitated, shaking her head.


    M let it go, knowing Miranda couldn''t keep a secret for long. Sure enough, within half a minute, Miranda sidled over.


    "I need to tell you something, but promise you won''t get mad."


    M sighed internally. If Miranda was this hesitant, it had to involve her. What now?


    She first made sure the child was settled, softly instructing him to y with some toys on the other bed. Then she turned to Miranda, "Go ahead. I can handle it."


    Miranda didn''t speak, instead handing M her phone. On the screen was a tabloid headline in bold print:


    **"Rumored Alliance Between the Summer and Montgomery Families?"**


    Reading further, M saw it was about someone spotting Giselle and a man entering a hotel on the night of a festival, not leaving until the next morning. The article even included photos.


    The pictures were blurry, capturing Giselle clearly but showing only the man''s back.


    Mirandamented from the side, "Ever since that fiasco at the g, Giselle has been under scrutiny. She''s the daughter of the Harvey family and a renowned musician, practically a public figure. Being photographed entering a hotel, these gossip sites just jumped to conclusions and dragged the Montgomery family into


    it."


    M shook her head, her voice calm. "It''s not entirely made up. It''s him."


    Miranda was taken aback. "You can tell?"


    M remained silent. Even from a mere silhouette, she could recognize Lysander. Seven years of marriage and seeing him every day made such recognition instinctive.


    It was undoubtedly Lysander.


    "Unbelievable, what a jerk!" Miranda eximed, seething. He had the nerve to check into a hotel with Giselle during the festival, and they weren''t even officially divorced yet. To top it off, they got caught, embarrassing her best friend.


    M, however, smiled as she handed the phone back, remarkablyposed. "It might not be a bad thing."


    Miranda looked puzzled. "How so?"


    M exined, "I''ve been struggling to find concrete evidence of his infidelity. This is just what I needed."


    "Though the photos are blurry and can''t definitively prove it''s him, you can clearly see the hotel name. If I pursue this, it''ll establish his fault in the marriage."


    "Come trial time, it''ll give me a much stronger case."


    Miranda raised her thumb in admiration. "You always know how to turn things to your advantage."


    While Miranda was still fuming on her friend''s behalf, M was already strategizing on how to use this situation to strengthen her divorce settlement.


    Seeing M soposed, Miranda felt relieved. It was good to see she wasn''t upset.


    Speaking of the divorce, Miranda casually inquired, "How''s the divorce case progressing? Need any help from me?"