Just then, Mirabe turned her head to Jenna and casually said, “You’re headed to the hospital, right? Need a lift?”


    Jenna snapped back to reality, shaking her head with a dismissive wave. “No, it’s alright, don’t worry about me.”


    Mirabe didn’t press the issue. Soon enough, she and Leo got into the car.


    Jenna stood there, lost in thought, as she watched the car disappear in the distance, still <b>trying </b>to pinpoint where she had seen Mira’s brother before.


    Inside the car, Mirabe sat in the passenger seat, turning to look at Leo, who was behind the wheel. “Leo, what was it you wanted to tell me over lunch?” she inquired.


    Leo’s grip on the steering wheel tightened subconsciously before he forced a nonchnt shake of his head. “Oh, it was nothing. Just a small thing.” Weird, he always got this inexplicable. surge of nerves around his sister. What was up with that?


    Mirabe arched an eyebrow, seeing right through him. “You seem tense: It doesn’t seem like just a small thing to me.”


    At her words, Leo straightened up, denying, “Tense? No, not at all.”


    Mirabe simply smiled, saying nothing.


    Leo cleared his throat, about to spill the beans about the variety show, when his phone rang. ncing at the caller ID, he grabbed the Bluetooth headset beside him and put it on.


    “Hey, Emmitt… You’re over at my ce? Alright, I’ll be there soon.”


    While he talked on the phone, Mirabe turned her gaze to the window, her eyes taking on a distant haze.


    After Leo hung up, he looked at Mirabe and suggested, “Emmitt needs me for something. He’s waiting at my ce. Let’s swing by: you’ve never seen where I live anyway.” He was clueless about the misunderstanding between Emmitt and Mirabe.


    Mirabe’s expression remained neutral, her fingers idly tapping on her thigh. She didn’t object and just hummed in agreement.


    Traffic was a bit heavy, and it took nearly fifty minutes to get back to Leo’s ce.


    Emmitt didn’t have a key, so he waited outside the vi in his car. When he saw Leo’s car pull. up with the figure of Mirabe in the passenger <b>seat</b>, his hand stalled on the car door.


    Ever since thest mix–up over Catherine, he hadn’t set foot in the Davis family home and had


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    yet to apologize to her. He was too proud to lower his guard and unsure of how to face her.


    Now, seeing her with Leo, Emmitt felt a tangle of emotions. After sitting quietly for a moment. he finally stepped out of the car.


    On the other side, Leo swiped his card, and the vi’s gates swung open. He then drove the car into the garage.


    Mirabe got out and looked at the modern minimalist two–story vi before her, an eyebrow raised in surprise. Was Leo really just an obscure singer? It hardly seemed likely.


    At that moment, Emmitt walked in. Noticing someone behind her, Mirabe’s delicate face showed little change as she turned and greeted him with a cool. “Emmitt.”


    Emmitt, detecting the chill in her voice, paused before responding with a muted hum. Feeling awkward, he nced at her briefly before shifting his gaze away. The air was briefly thick with difort.


    That was when Leo, having parked the car, joined them. He sensed the odd atmosphere but didn’t dwell on it. He nodded to Emmitt with a slight purse of the lips. “Got caught <b>in </b>some traffic. Have you been waiting long. Emmitt?”