<b>Chapter </b><b>108 </b>
Mirabe had barely stepped off the school grounds when her phone buzzed <b>in </b>her <b>pocket</b><b>. </b>Fishing it <b>out</b>, she saw <b>it </b>was Catherine calling, and without hesitation<b>, </b>she pressed <b>the </b>answer <b>button</b><b>. </b>“Hello, Grandma<b>… </b>Alright, I’ll be <b>there </b>soon.”
After hanging up<b>, </b>Mirabe’s gaze hardened slightly before she made her way to the <b>curb</b><b>, </b>ready to hail <b>a </b>taxi to <b>the </b>hospital. But as she stepped <b>toward </b>the street, a sleek ck sedan rolled <b>up </b>and <b>stopped </b>right in front <b>of </b>her. The <b>window </b>slid <b>down</b>, revealing Zach’s handsome, refined face.
Mirabe tilted her head slightly, eyeing Zach in the <b>driver’s </b>seat <b>with </b>a <b>hint </b>of surprise. “Zach<b>?</b><b>” </b>Her <b>gaze </b>briefly flitted across <b>the </b>car’s emblem, her <b>expression </b>unreadable.
Last time, it was <b>a </b><b>BMW</b>. This time, it was a Mercedes<b>. </b>The <b>rumors </b><b>about </b>her <b>brothers</b>‘ck of ambition seemed to be overturned <b>once </b><b>again</b><b>. </b>
Zach, oblivious <b>to </b>his sister’s scrutiny, arched an eyebrow and said, <b>“</b>Hop in<b>, </b>I’m your ride home today.”
Mirabe shook her head and replied, “I’m not heading home just yet. I need to swing by the hospital.”
<b>“</b>The hospital?” Zach’s confusion was evident.
“Thedy who raised me fell ill the other day and was admitted. I’m going to see her today,” Mirabe exined <b>without </b>holding back.
Upon hearing this<b>, </b>a more serious expression settled on Zach’s face. “Let me drive you there, and I might as well pay a visit to the olddy, too<b>.” </b>
After a brief consideration, Mirabe didn’t object, slid into the passenger seat, and gave him the hospital’s address. Meanwhile, Summer stepped out of the school gates, noticing Mirabe getting into the ck Mercedes. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and after a few seconds, she briskly made her way to the luxury vehicle the Gilbert family had sent for her. Opening the door, she settled inside.
“Follow that ck Mercedes,” she instructed the driver.
Twenty minutester, Mirabe and Zach arrived at the hospital.
Zach felt it was inappropriate to visit empty–handed, so he suggested Mirabe go ahead to the ward while he popped into a nearby store to pick up some things. Since he insisted<b>, </b>Mirabe went on ahead <i>and </i>soon reached the floor where Catherine was staying.
In the room, beside Catherine, were <b>two </b>other people, Dr. Erik and Dr. Ray.
As Mirabe pushed the door open, Catherine’s face immediately lit up with joy and excitement. “Mira, you are here.”
Mirabe smiled, her clear eyes filled with a gentle warmth<b>. </b>“Yeah.”
She walked over, casually dropping her messenger bag onto a nearby chair, then turned her attention <b>to </b>the doctors. “May I ask what brings you here to see me?” Her voice was calm and tinged <b>with </b>curiosity.
Dr. Erik nced at Dr. Ray before standing up<b>, </b>his demeanor polite<b>. </b><b>“</b>Well, <b>during </b><b>our </b>checkup <b>on </b>Catherine, we noticed she’s recovering remarkably fast. After inquiring, <b>we </b>learned that Catherine has been taking some additional medication.”
Mirabe’s brows quirked slightly, already anticipating their question.
“This afternoon, I managed <b>to </b>get a sample of the dissolved medication from Catherine to analyze<b>. </b><b>It </b>seems to have an extraordinary effect on the heart, so I was wondering, Ms. Mirabe, through which channels <b>you </b>acquired it.” There was a hint of hope in Dr. Erik’s question.
Mirabe nced at him while methodically peeling an apple with a <b>fruit </b>knife, responding coolly, <b>“</b>I’m afraid <b>that’s </b><b>a </b>personal concoction made by a friend of mine. It’s not for sale.<b>” </b>
Both Dr. Erik and Dr. Ray couldn’t hide the flicker of disappointment in their eyes.