Chapter <b>126 </b>


    About ten minutester, Zachdled out the spaghetti onto the tes and brought them to the table. “Give it a taste. Let me know if it’s okay.”


    Mirabe picked up a fork and after just one bite, she looked up with a mouthful and mumbled, “Tastes pretty good.”


    Zach sat down beside her, arching an eyebrow with pride. “Well, of course. I’ve been cooking since I was eight, you know.” That meant he had a good fifteen years of culinary experience under his belt. He was a veritable veteran.


    At his words, Mirabe fell into thought. When she was eight, hadn’t she identally blown up her family’s potionb a few times?


    “By the way, at the hospital yesterday, after you went to the restroom, Catherine asked me to take care of you. Something felt off about it then, and I meant to talk to you, but it totally slipped my mind.” Zach smiled apologetically. “I had no idea Catherine nned <b>on </b>leaving. If I had been more attentive yesterday, maybe today’s drama wouldn’t have unfolded.”


    Mirabe paused, looking at Zach, who <b>had </b>a hint of guilt on his face. Her voice was calm, “Zach, you shouldn’t me yourself. Even without what happened yesterday, today’s events. would have happened eventually. She never really settled in here. It’s probably for the best that she’s gone back to her roots.”


    Zach gave a wry smile and shook his head. “I was supposed to be the oneforting you, but here you are, making me feel better.”


    Mirabe just smiled and went back to her spaghetti. When Zach watched his sister, quietly eating, his heart was filled a mix of emotions. Even when facing Emmitt’s questions earlier, she had not shown a hint of panic, and she was asposed as an adult. If Summer had been in her shoes, it would have been a flood of tears and grievance, and that was not even considering the whole thing was a misunderstanding.


    They <b>say </b>the squeaky wheel gets the grease. With Mirabe’s quiet, stubborn nature, it was no wonder she sometimes got the short end of the stick. He sighed silently and shifted the conversation to lighter topics, carefully avoiding any mention of Emmitt.


    The next afternoon, after thest of the exams, Mirabe stepped out of the exam hall to find Summer waiting in the corridor.


    “Can we talk?” Summer asked. Her face betrayed no particr emotion, although her voice carried <b>a </b>condescending note.


    Mirabezily lifted her eyelids. Her tone was clearly impatient. “I’m busy.”


    Summer’s eyes narrowed, and she turned to follow. “No matter what, you’re part of the Davis family now. You should leave my grandmother’s affairs alone. It’s for the best for you, for the


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    Gilbert family, and for the Davis family. You don’t want to stir up misunderstandings and unhappiness again because of you, right?<b>” </b>


    Mirabe stopped in her tracks, nced at her coldly. “Are you trying to teach me how to live. my life?<b>” </b>


    That look took Summer aback, but she quickly regained herposure and said icily, “I’m just telling you not to be too greedy.”


    A yful smirk crossed Mirabe’s lips. “That’s a fresh take.” She chuckled softly and continued walking without looking back.


    Frowning, Summer watched her go and didn’t pursue further. She suddenly remembered the odd tone in Emmitt’s voice during their call the previous night. After a moment of contemtion, she turned and headed down another staircase.


    Back in the Prodigy ss ssroom, Summer pulled out her phone from her desk and typed out a text message to send to Emmitt.