Chapter <b>332 </b>
Jenna nced at Mirabe with a hint of suspicion. “What kind of surprise?”
“In a few days<b>, </b>you’ll see,” Mirabe replied with a cryptic smile.
Jenna touched the tip of her nose, feeling a flutter of unease. “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” It felt more like a looming scare than a surprise.
“How’s your dad doing now?” Mirabe deftly changed the subject.
At the mention of her father, Jenna’s face lit up with gratitude. “He’s recovering really well; he was discharged from the hospital a couple of days ago. Mira, your remedy worked wonders. Thank you.”
Jenna’s mom had even consulted an expert about the medicine, who confirmed its exceptional quality and noted that it was not avable on the market, and certainly not at a low cost.
Mirabe raised an eyebrow. “d to hear that.”
“My mom has been wanting to invite you over for dinner. You’re probably not as busy these days, right? How abouting over tonight?” Jenna’s eyes shone with sincere invitation.
“Tonight’s not good, I’m afraid. My family’s moving today.” Mirabe shook her head.
“Oh, you’re moving? Where to?” Jenna asked. Her curiosity was aroused.
Mirabe was silent for a moment. “I’m not quite sure.”
In the afternoon, it was Delh who came to pick up Mirabe, driving the brand new car she’d recently acquired.
About fifteen minutester, as they approached a familiar–looking gatedmunity, Mirabe felt a pang of recognition. She turned to her mother. “Our new ce is in this neighborhood?”
Delh swiped a card, and the automatic gates swung open. “Yeah, we bought this house a few years ago but haven’t moved in until now.”
As the car wound its way to a stop in front of a spacious vi, Mirabe squinted at the neighboring houses, marveling at the small world they lived in.
Exiting the car and taking in the grandeur of their new home, Mirabe turned to her mother with a mncholic tone. “Mom, I thought we didn’t have money?”
Delh’s eyebrows twitched as she recalled her daughter’s earlier questions about their financial status, which had led to a yful misunderstanding that they were short on cash, a misconception they hadn’t yet corrected.
Clearing her throat, Delh responded, “This ce was bought years ago, before the property prices skyrocketed. Honestly… it wasn’t expensive, didn’t cost us much.<b>” </b>
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Chapter <b>332 </b>
Considering thest car her father bought was worth millions and was imed to be a bargain, Mirabe’s expression grew moreplex as she looked <b>at </b>their multi–million–dor vi.
Feeling her daughter’s scrutinizing gaze, Delh feigned ignorance and entered the vi, Mirabe followed, taking in the opulent decor <b>with </b>a sigh. So much for the script of poverty<i>. </i>
“Do you like the decor, honey?” Shawn was arranging his belongings and asked as his daughter walked in.
Mirabe nodded silently, acknowledging the investments made. Appreciation wasn’t a choice. It was an obligation.
Delh came back with a set of items. “Here’s themunity ess card, the keys, oh, and the front door’s code is your birthday<i>. </i>Better keep these safe or I’ll forget where I put them again.”
She then returned to her tasks.
“Sweetie, you might want to check out your room. It’s upstairs <i>on </i>the left, thest andrgest one,” Shawn advised as he ced a vase on a console table.
Seeing her parents busy with settling in, Mirabe figured she wouldn’t be much help and headed upstairs. She reached the end of the hallway and pushed open the door to her room.