<b>Chapter </b><b>84 </b>
As Mandy and <b>Aiden </b>left, Summer <b>found </b>herself without any reason to stick <b>around</b>. <b>With </b><b>a </b>forced smile and a mumbled <b>excuse</b><b>, </b>she <b>made </b>her awkward exit.
Once they had all gone, Catherine turned to Mirabe, rushing to rify, “Mira, the reason I didn’t tell them about you taking care of me in the hospital is because…<b>” </b>
Mirabe handed her the water and interrupted with a calm voice, “<b>I </b>know. <b>Don’t </b>worry about it. You <b>don’t </b>need to stress.<b>” </b>
Relief washed over Catherine as she took a small <b>sip </b>of her drink. <b>It </b>was her usual tonic<b>. </b>Her eyebrows rose in surprise, “Did you just go get my medicine?<b>” </b>
Mirabe nodded slightly, hooking a nearby chair with her foot and slouching down onto it with a casual air. “Why haven’t you been taking the medicine I prepared for you these past days<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Catherine gripped the cup tighter, her gaze shifting away from Mirabe. “I have been taking <b>it</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Mirabe’s half–smile didn’t reach her eyes as she watched Grandma<b>. </b>She didn’t say a word. The silence stretched. Catherine always found it unnerving when her granddaughter wore that smile. All the excuses she had thought up seemed to stick in her throat. Finally, Catherine caved in, murmuring, “It’s not that I intentionally didn’t take your medicine. It’s just that… it disappeared.”
Mirabe tapped her fingers on the armrest, maintaining hernguid demeanor. <b>“</b>The Gilbert family took it, didn’t they?” It took Catherine a moment to nod, confirming what Mirabe already suspected.
“Alright, let’s put the medicine issue aside for now. Let’s talk about what caused your sudden illnessst night,” Mirabe said gently, as if discussing something mundane.
But Grandma knew better. That tone was a sign of Mirabe’s growing irritation. After a pause, Grandma managed a wry smile, “It’s actually because the medicine was gone. Besides me, the only other person at home on a regr basis is my caregiver. So, I called Mandy.”
Mirabe rubbed her temples<b>, </b>sighing with a hint of exasperation, “You could have just called me directly if the medicine was gone.”
Catherine looked down, the bitterness in her eyes hidden.
Mirabe switched topics, “And what’s the deal with James? Howe he was the one who brought you to the hospitalst night?”
Catherine was momentarily taken aback by Mirabe’s choice of address, then exined, “Maybe I identally dialed his number during the episodest night. Mr. James is a kind man. You must thank him for me.”
Catherine didn’t mention that, in this new city, she felt almost like a stranger. Her daughter was unreliable, and her most beloved granddaughter now had her own family. In this city, James was the only acquaintance she had. Other than him, Catherine couldn’t think of anyone else to call.
“Mr. James?” Mirabe cocked her head, her expression one of confusion as she looked at her grandmother.
“Isn’t he your tutor?” Grandma asked, a bit puzzled.
Mirabe blinked, not quite sure where the misunderstandingy, but it would do. It would save a lot of exnations, <b>so </b>she simply agreed, “Yeah, he’s <b>my </b>tutor.”
Upon hearing this<b>, </b>Grandma <b>didn’t </b>question it further. She simply sighed in appreciation, “Your tutor has done well, turning your grades from rock bottom to top <b>of </b>the ss. Mira, you must invite him over for dinner sometime. We really should extend our thanks<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Mirabe could only nod silently, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.