Catherine was nockling tervently like a student being scolded by a teacher, ‘Yes, dent. I’ve been taking my medication on time. I <b>haven’t </b>missed a single dose.”
Mirabe withdrew her hand. “Do you still have that incense I gave you?”
“I do… I light it every evening.” Catherine’s voice faltered slightly as she spoke,
Mirabe looked at her with a sly smile. “If you lit it every night, you wouldn’t be gued with insomnia and palpitations.”
to pack it when I moved.”
At this, Catherine quiltity bowed her head. After a pause, she admitted, “Truth is, I forg
A shadow flickered in Mirabe’s eyes, but her voice remained airy. “Is that so?”
Whenever Catherine saw this expression on her granddaughter, her heart would thump uncontrobly, yet she brazenly responded, “Really, I’m not lying to you.”
Mirabe’s lips curled into a half–smile. She didn’t call out Catherine’s obvious evasion, Instead, she stood and moved behind her, her slender <b>tingers </b>resting <b>atop </b>Catherine’s head. “Rx, let me give you a little massage,”
Catherine wanted to refuse, but looking into Mirabe’s calm and indifferent face, she instinctively mped her mouth shut. For some reason<b>, </b>she <b>had </b>grown to fear Mirabe’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be hidden from her, It was odd. Catherine <b>was </b>the elder, yet she felt like a kid.
Half an hourter, Mirabe withdrew her hands and asked softly, “How do you feel?”
Catherine opened her eyes, slightly embarrassed. “Wonderful, I nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabe’s hands. “You’ve been at it for a while; aren’t you tired?”
Mirabe <b>sipped </b>water from a <b>ss </b><b>on </b>the side table. “Not at all. I’ll bring you some morevender Incenseter.”
“Okay.” Catherine beamed. To her, the incense didn’t matter. What mattered was that her granddaughter woulde again.
Feeling invigorated, Catherine stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I picked up your favorite pork ribs and some <b>trout </b>at the market today. These dishes take a while to cook, so just rx in the living room. Dinner will be ready soon…”
Mirabe watched Catherine chatter with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time in the small town.
With nothing much to do, Mirabe <b>wandered </b>around the house before leaningzily <b>against </b>the kitchen doorway to watch Catherine cook.
Soon, the doorbell rang. Busy with the pots, Catherine asked Mirabe to answer the door, suggesting it might be the <b>water </b>delivery.
However, when Mirabe opened the door, she was not surprised to see who was standing outside.
“What are you doing here<b>?</b>”
The visitors were none other than Mandy and Summer, with the Gilbert family’s butler in tow, carrying several boxes of gourmet treats. Mandy’s face <b>darkened </b>the moment she saw Mirabe.
Mirabe simply nced at her and walked back inside, not even bothering to offer a perfunctory greeting.
“So rude!” Mandy sneered coldly.
Summer hadn’t expected to encounter Mirabe here either. She <b>looked </b>at Mandy’s annoyed expression and said softly. “Mom, don’t be upset. Let’s go inside.”
Catherine turned down the stove and <b>stepped </b>out of the kitchen. “Mira, is it the water deliv-”
Her words trailed off as she caught sight of Mandy stepping into the house<b>, </b>her smile instantly freezing.