Her daughter’s insterest about her brother was a rare urrence, and Delh answered calmly and unhurriedly. “He’s awyer, sweetie, the kind who fights for unfortunate people in court.”


    At this revtion, Mirabe’s preconception that ‘all her brothers were just living off their parents‘ was once again toppled.


    “Zach’s been on a business triptely, but you’ll see him in just a bit.” Shawn added quickly. concerned Mirabe might think Zach was intentionally noting to see her.


    With a soft hum of acknowledgment, Mirabe’s face maintained its usual well–behaved.


    appearance.


    About twenty minutester, just as the waiter had delivered a table full of avish seafood. feast, Zach arrived.


    Zach had a reserved appearance, with captivating eyes behind rimless sses perched on a prominent nose, giving him both a schrly and sharp look, quite the elitewyer’s aura.


    As soon as he entered the private dining room, he greeted Delh and Shawn, and then his gazended on Mirabe, showing a sh of surprise upon seeing her.


    The little girl seemed to embody all the best qualities from her parents. She carried herself with a gracious charm and sat there quietly. She exuded sophistication, showing no traces of the anticipated small–town simplicity. She was drastically and unexpectedly different from the girl in the photo he had received from her on Messenger.


    After a few seconds of contemtion, Zach walked over, pulled out the chair beside Mirabe, sat down, and introduced himself formally, “Mira, I’m your brother, Zach.”


    Mirabe met his gaze with clear eyes, her voice steady and calm, “Hi, Zach.”


    Hearing her say his name. Zach felt an inexplicable warmth, wondering if their blood bond made the word ‘Zach‘ sound more endearing than it ever did when Summer called him.


    With that thought, Zach encouraged, “Say my name again.”


    Mirabe was puzzled.


    Zach cleared his throat, adjusted his sses on his nose, and swiftly changed the subject. “I didn’t bring a wee gift today, so how about we go pick out a present after dinner?”


    Mirabe quickly shook her head. “You don’t have to. I gotta go back to school for sses this afternoon.”


    A family that loved to give gifts – what a peculiar habit.


    Then Zach remembered his sister was still a student and didn’t push the issue. He pondered for a moment before taking out his phone, opening an app, and saying<b>. </b>“Well, I’ll send you a little something for now. You can pick out a gift when you have more time.”


    12:26


    Chapter 9/


    Before Mirabe could even decline, her phone on the table buzzed with a notification. One look at the transfer amount and Mirabe’s eyelids twitched involuntarily did Zach have some misunderstanding about the word ‘little?”


    Was twenty thousand- little? Really?


    –


    Rubbing her temples, Mirabe realized this impulsive transferring money behavior ran in the family.


    Noticing herplex expression, Zach stroked his chin, thinking that perhaps twenty thousand was indeed a bit stingy. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and took out a credit card. “Take this card as well,” he said, sliding it across the table. “You can use it to buy whatever you like. The PIN is…” and with that, heid the card down next to her.


    Mirabe was speechless. That feeling of identally stepping into a high–society drama was growing ever stronger!


    “Don’t forget to use that card too, darling.” Shawn interjected, immediately jumping in as he saw his son whip out the credit card, his calm demeanor faltering.