Chapter <b>122 </b>


    After a while, she lifted her gaze to James again and said nonchntly. “You know<i>, </i>the


    soothing incense I got for Granny online the other day really did the trick. You go to my school in a few days, and I’ll give it to you after school.”


    Hearing this, James thought back to the eBay shop she had mentioned before, where she found those soothing incense, and chuckled while shaking his head, “No worries, I just need a few good nights‘ rest.”


    Mirabe touched the tip of her nose. “Alright then…” She paused but added, <b>“</b>Just hit me you change your mind.”


    “Sure thing.” James replied lightly, not really taking it to heart.


    up if


    Twenty minutester, Mirabe thanked James and quickly walked into the apartmentplex.


    By now, the night had fully settled in. As she ascended the stairs to her apartment, she used her keys to enter, only to find Emmitt, who hadn’t been around for a while, sitting on the sofal with his arms crossed. His face was ashen.


    The air was tinged with tension.


    Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mirabe casually tossed her shoulder bag onto a cab.


    Emmitt’s gaze snapped to her as he rose to his feet. His eyes were dark and piercing. “Can’t you keep out of trouble for just one day?”


    “Emmitt, you better cool it and watch your tone,” Shawn said and frowned. His voice was heavy.


    Faced with Emmitt’s sudden usation, Mirabe remainedposed, though her eyes.cked warmth. “That’s a strange thing to say. What outrage have Imitted to get you so worked up?”


    Emmitt, seeing her cool demeanor, felt his anger rise even further. “What have you done? Where did you take Summer’s granny?”


    At that, Mirabe put two and two together, thinking of the countless calls she had received from Mandy, and she had a pretty good idea why he was so furious. Catherine hadn’t returned to the Gilbert family, and since she had also visited the apartment where Catherine lived, the Gilberts naturally assumed she had hidden Catherine away after learning the olddy wasn’t in the hospital.


    After all, she was the most likely suspect.


    When Mirabe didn’t respond, Emmitt took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I get that you’re close to Summer’s granny, but you can’t just whisk her away without telling


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    anyone<b>.</b>”


    Mirabe’s lips curved in an amused smirk. “I’m curious, who told you I took Catherine? Was it Summer?”


    Emmitt’s brows knitted. “She just made a call…


    Before he could finish, Mirabe cut him off, “So she makes one call, and you’re convinced Catherine was taken by me. Now I’m telling you, she wasn’t. How will you judge that?”


    Zach raised an eyebrow slightly at his sister’s words. His little sister sure knew how to use the Socratic method.


    Emmitt was briefly taken aback by her question but quickly recovered, “Fine, you say you didn’t take her, <b>so </b>why didn’t you answer calls from the Gilberts? And why was your phone off? Isn’t that obviously making them suspect you?”


    Mirabe found this even more amusing. With deliberate calm, she fished out her phone from her pocket, pressed the power button a few times in front of him, and the screen briefly lit up with a low battery warning sign before shutting down again. “See? Dead battery.” Her voice was light as she extended the phone toward Emmitt with a <b>hint </b>of sarcasm. “If you don’t believe me, feel free to check it yourself, maybe?”