<b>Chapter 406 </b>
Mirabe retraced her steps after <b>nearly </b>reaching <b>the </b>elevator. <b>She </b><b>decided </b><b>to </b><b>stop </b>by <b>the </b>nurse’s station to leave a fewst–minute instructions before finally departing the <b>hospital</b>. <b>By </b>the time she made it back to <b>school</b><b>, </b>the third <b>afternoon </b><b>ss </b>was well underway. <b>During </b>the break, Mirabe handed Jenna the autograph that Collins had brought for her <b>and </b>then slumped onto her desk with exhaustion.
Jenna<b>, </b>puzzled and not bothering to look at the autographed item, asked, “Queen Mira, how on earth did you manage to bump into an old man on campus today?”
The news of a student colliding with an elderly person and summoning an ambnce had <b>already </b>spread like wildfire through Parkside High School. However, Jenna had never imagined the student involved would be Mirabe.
Mirabe turned her head, her usually expressive face now void of emotion. “I’m just as mystified as you are about why such an old man would even be at the school!” It almost seemed like he was lying in wait to collide with her.
Jenna touched her nose thoughtfully, “Maybe he is a student’s rtive? But he’s okay, right?<b>” </b>
Mirabe shot Jenna a look that clearlymunicated her annoyance. “You should be asking if I’m okay.”
She was the one who had been targeted. She was the one who had been falsely used. She was the actual victim here.
Jenna coughed softly, aware of the dangerous edge to Mira’s aura, and muttered, “But the whole school is buzzing with the story that you were the one who hit him.”
Mirabe scowled. She knew that these old men were nothing but trouble.
“If there’s a misunderstanding, we need to get the security footage from the teachers. A collision like this involving an old man is serious. It can lead to all kinds of public bacsh,” Jenna added.
Mirabe was silent for a few seconds before standing up and heading for the ssroom door.
<b>Jenna</b><b>, </b><b>startled</b>, called after her, “Queen Mira, where are you going?”
Without turning back, Mirabe waved her hand dismissively and said, “To check the <b>surveince</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Minutes <bter</b><b>, </b><b>in </b>the school’s security office.
“<b>I’m </b>sorry<b>, </b><b>but </b><b>there </b>are no cameras covering that particr area,” the security guard
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Informed <b>her </b>with regret<b>. </b>
<b>Security </b>was already aware of the incident between Mirabe and the old man. The
the ambnce arrived
administration <b>had </b>reviewed the surveince footage whe
Mirabe nced over the divided screens of severalputers, confirming that there was no footage of <b>the </b>corridor she had walked through. The collision couldn’t have been more meticulously nned.
<b>Ate </b>expressed her concern, “Mirabe, did the hospital find anything wrong with the <b>old </b>man<b>?</b><b>” </b>
She trusted Mirabe, but the incident involved an elderly person and urred in a blind <b>spot </b>without surveince. If the man insisted Mirabe had hit him, it could be difficult to clear her name.
“Everything’s fine with him,” Mirabe replied tersely, She knew medicine. She could precisely tell the old man’s condition herself. Besides, she had only offered assistance and not caused any harm.
Relieved, Ate said, “That’s good to hear. Don’t worry, if the manes looking for trouble,e to us. After all, this happened on school grounds, and we won’t ignore it.”
Mirabe nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you.”
Ate smiled, “No need to thank me. It’s part of our job. It’s a shame Mr. Hammond was out this afternoon; otherwise, I would have discussed the situation with him.” Ate was aware of Mr. Hammond’s high regard for Mirabe.
“It’s fine. There’s no need to trouble Mr. Hammond,” Mirabe said with a slight smile.
After school, Mirabe went straight home, pushing the unpleasant incident with the shady old man to the back of her mind. She had an appointment to administer acupuncture to James, so after dinner, she made up an excuse and slipped out the door.
Next door, in James‘ bedroom.
“You seem a bit off today. Did something happen?” James asked, propped against the <b>headboard</b>, watching Mirabe sterilize her silver needles.
How could she openly discuss being the target of a scam? Mirabe pressed her <b>lips </b>together, remaining silent. Her beautiful face was a mask of cool detachment, practically <b>emzoned </b>with the words ‘Do Not Disturb, as the silver needles in her hands gleamed <b>ominously under </b>the light.
<b>James</b>‘ <b>forehead </b>twitched more with each nce at the sharp instruments, and <b>he </b>suggested, “Maybe <b>we </b>could <b>postpone </b>the session <b>till </b><b>tomorrow</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
Mirabe nced <b>at </b><b>James</b>, <b>her </b>tone allowing no argument. <b>“</b><b>Lie </b><b>down</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>James </b><bplied</b><b>, </b>albeit reluctantly<b>. </b>Mirabe was downright intimidating when <b>she </b><b>was </b><b>like </b><b>this</b>.
<b>James</b>‘ acupuncture <b>session </b>was focused on the trauma and hidden ailments within his body. <b>While </b>she wasn’t particrly interested in the details of his background, the old <b>injuries </b><b>told </b>her he was no ordinary person<b>, </b>especially considering the respect he received from someone like Curtis.
<b>Just </b>as with <b>the </b>previous session, the needles were inserted and probed, and the entire <b>process </b>took nearly two hours.
After removing thest needle, Mirabe’s face was visibly pale, and a fine sheen of sweat coated her forehead. After a brief rest, she instructed Wyatt to add the medicinal
concoction to a prepared bath.
The final step was a medicinal soakbined with acupuncture, a process that couldn’t be interrupted, which meant that they would be alone in the bathroom.