<b>Chapter </b><b>339 </b>


    <b>“</b>Where on earth did you get all these test papers and study materials?” Jenna asked incredulously. With Mirabe’s grades<b>, </b>she hardly needed this kind of stuff.


    Mirabe nced at her. “Don’t ask.”


    Jenna was speechless.


    Soon after, Ka called them down for dinner. When she found out the box of study materials in her daughter’s room was a gift from Mirabe, her fondness for the girl shot through the roof. After all, it was rare these days to find someone who took such care in selecting study materials for a ssmate.


    When Jenna found out what her mother thought, she nearly passed out. Life was so unfair. Mira had managed to hurt her feelings and yet scored brownie points with her parents.


    Mirabe didn’t stay long at the Powells‘ after dinner, making an excuse to head home early. Upon leaving, Jake handed her a gift which she reluctantly epted after failing to decline.


    The gift was a wooden box. Mirabe didn’t open it at the Powells‘, and when she got home, she casually ced it on the table, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and went upstairs.


    Past ten, Shawn entered his room and noticed the wooden box on the table. He paused, walked over, and picked it up. The carving on the wooden box was quaint, simr to the carving on the cases Shawn used for his cherished calligraphy and paintings. He opened it, and sure enough, inside was a scroll.


    Shawn carefully unrolled the painting, and his eyes widened in shock. It was a painting by a famous artist Shawn, a connoisseur of art, recognized it as an authentic piece after only a nce, and was instantly thrilled.


    “Shawn, what are you looking at?” Delh came over, nced at the painting, then noticed the wooden box on the table. “Did your daughter bring you another gift?” She had seen Mirabe


    with the box earlier.


    The excitement was still fresh on Shawn’s face. Hearing his wife, he looked up in surprise.


    “This is from Mira?”


    “Yeah,” Delh nodded.


    Shawn looked dazed. Howe everything his daughter brought home was extraordinary?


    Delh noticed his expression, and then her gaze fell on the painting, which looked quite ancient. “Whose masterpiece is this? An original or a replica?”


    “It’s an original!” Shawn took a deep breath and then carefully re–rolled the painting and ced


    it back in the box.


    Delh pursed her lips. Well, if Shawn was handling it with such care, it must be truly precious.


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    Chapter <b>339 </b>


    The next day, Mirabe came downstairs to see Shawn in the living room looking a bit <b>off</b><b>, </b>with dark circles under his eyes – clearly, he hadn’t slept well.


    She approached him. “Dad, did you have a bad night?”


    “He didn’t have a bad night; he didn’t sleep at all,” Delh said as she handed a ss of milk to Mirabe.


    Mirabe’s lips twitched. “What happened?”


    It was only then that she noticed the object in Shawn’s arms – the same one Jake from the Powells had insisted on giving her.


    “Sweetheart, where did you get this from?” Shawn asked, cing the wooden box carefully on


    the coffee table.


    “Oh, that was a gift from a friend’s dad. What’s inside? I haven’t opened it yet,” Mirabe spoke slowly.


    Shawn’s mouth twitched upon hearing this. There it was again, another gift from someone else…