Chapter <b>411 </b>


    Mirabe cast sympathetic nce toward Zach, and she couldn’t help but feel bad for the <b>guy</b><b>. </b>The poor guy. Not only was he girlfriend–less, but he was also on the receiving end of his parents‘ disapproval.


    Zach caught his sister’s eye and Instantly, his expression darkened even more. “What’s with that look, sis? You think this is funny?” he grumbled.


    Caught in the crossfire, Mirabe silently withdrew her gaze and said obediently, “Mom and Dad are right. If you don’t date, you’ll never find someone, Zach.”


    That was the third time Zach felt like he’d been attacked.


    “See, even your sister agrees with <b>us</b><b>. </b>So it’s settled–you’re going on that blind date on Saturday. If you don’t show, don’t bothering home,” Delh dered with finality.


    Zach just stood there, now absolutely convinced that his parents and sister simply wanted to live as a trio, concocting this blind date excuse to kick him to the curb.


    They were a trio of devils.


    Mirabe polished off herst bite of a breakfast sandwich, wiped her fingers clean with a napkin, then stood up and patted Zach on the shoulder. “Hang in there, Zach. Find yourself a girl, will ya?”


    Enough was enough!


    In high spirits, Mirabe grabbed her backpack and soon followed Shawn out the door.


    Halfway to school, it dawned on her that she’d left her phone on the charger. There was no time to go back, so she gave Shawn a heads up, just in case he tried calling herter and couldn’t get through.


    Halfway through French ss that morning, the vice principal Anthony came in and called Mirabe to the office.


    “Mirabe, you had an incident yesterday and hit into an old man. Could you go over the details with me one more time?” the vice principal asked in a gentle tone.


    When Anthony had summoned her, Mirabe had guessed it was about that con artist from yesterday. She patiently exined, yet again, that she was the victim of a scam, not the perpetrator of a hit–and–run.


    Anthony’s face creased with worry after hearing her out. “Mirabe, it’s not that I <b>don’t </b>believe you, but the old man has called the school again. He’s threatening to make a fuss with the school board if he doesn’t get his way.”


    Mirabe had recently brought some <b>glory </b><b>to </b>the school. This sort of scandal <b>could </b>


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    tarnish her reputation. A scam like this was tricky–it wasn’t serious enough to cause a stir, but neither was it light enough to ignore. Public opinion was divided, and moral grandstanding could do untold harm.


    “We’ve got no surveince footage of that spot, so this is a bit of a pickle,” Anthony said, scratching his thinning hairline.


    Taking a deep breath to calm her rising frustration, Mirabe asked, “Did he say anything else?”


    “He’s beenining about not being able to reach you, asking whether you n on shirking responsibility,” Anthony summarized the old man’s words for her.


    Mirabe listened, her expression unreadable, and simply stated, “I forgot my phone at home today.


    So that exined why her phone had died overnight–it must have been bombarded by calls.


    Rubbing her temples, Mirabe felt a headacheing on. Just as she had


    suspected–aside from her grandmother Catherine, other elderly people seemed to bring nothing but trouble.


    Anthony, looking at Mirabe, then suggested, “How about this<b>? </b>I’ll go with you to the hospital right now, and we can try to clear things up.”