Mirabe arched an eyebrow at Vincent, her voice tinged with defiance, “Looking for a fight?”


    Vincent frowned.


    With a casual twist of her wrist. Mirabe said. “But… fighting is banned on school grounds. Didn’t you know?”


    Her words sounded in enough, but on closer inspection, they carried a brazen undertone. Sure, no fighting was allowed in school, but nothing stopped a tussle off campus.


    Vincent caught the hint, and his gaze didn’t miss the gesture of her twisting wrist. His frown deepened. “Who said anything about fighting? Aren’t you supposed to be ady? All you talk about is brawling.<b>” </b>


    Mirabe remained unfazed.


    The crowd of onlookers gawked at the standoff. The atmosphere seemed a bit off.


    Then, Vincent pulled out a folded piece of paper from his backpack and forcefully ced it in Mirabe’s hands, his voice firm. “I want an answer by tomorrow.” With that, he turned on his heel and left, not giving Mirabe any chance to refuse.


    The scene had shifted so rapidly that all the students who had been anticipating a showdown were left with their jaws hanging.


    “What the heck,” they thought, “we brought out the popcorn for this?”


    Was he passing a love note???


    Mirabe came back to her senses and<b>, </b>ignoring the stares of her ssmates, nced at the paper now in her hands. It was folded, but she could make out bits of the content from her angle. A smirk twitched at the corners of her mouth.


    After Vincent had walked away, Jenna approached cautiously, her eyes fixed on the note in Mirabe’s hand, barely containing her urge to snatch it and read it herself. “Queen Mira, what did Vincent give you?”


    The surrounding students perked up their ears at her words, eager to know.


    Mirabe nonchntly slipped the paper into her jacket pocket and said indifferently. “Something you wouldn’t understand.”


    Jenna touched the tip of her nose. “You won’t even show me, so how do you know I wouldn’t understand it?”


    Mirabe turned to Jenna, her smile sly, “Trust me, Jenna. You’d question your sanity…” As she spoke, she reached out and yfully tousled Jenna’s hair.


    Jenna was baffled. She felt utterly affronted!


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    Shaking her head with augh, Mirabe withdrew her hand and walked on.


    About twenty minutester, Mirabe and Jenna arrived at the hospital.


    This was Jenna’s regr visiting time, and Ka wasn’t around today. After donning sterile gowns, they entered the hospital room.


    Seeing her father lying quietly on the bed, Jenna’s eyes reddened. She sat by his side, her voice quivering. “Dad’s out of immediate danger, but if he doesn’t wake up soon, the chances of him ever waking up are slim…


    Mirabe hade today to assess Jake’s condition more closely. While Jenna was caught up in her worries, Mirabe reached out to check his pulse. His pulse was weak but not concerning.


    Retracting her hand, Mirabe pondered for a few seconds, then patted Jenna on the shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. In a couple of days, your dad will wake up. Don’t worry.”


    Jenna gave a wry smile and shook her head, dismissing Mirabe’s assurance.


    Without pressing further, Mirabe stayed a few more minutes and then exited the room, leaving Jenna to be with her father. She took the elevator down to the ground floor of the inpatient building and started walking out of the hospital; she was surprised to run into a familiar face in the lobby..


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