<b>Chapter 427 </b>


    Donald <b>had </b>just reached the bottom of the stairs when Delh and Shawn approached him with concern, inquiring about his health.


    It was Saturday, a day without sses, so Mirabe was lounging on the sofa, idly scrolling through her phone. Next to her sat Zach, who had also taken the day off from work.


    Casting a nce towards Mirabe, Donald turned to Delh and replied, “I owe it to Mira for that incense stick she lit up for mest night. Feeling loads better today.”


    Delh paused, thenughed, “Well, you’ve always been robust. That little concoction of hers is just a hobby of hers, nothing more.”


    Donald’s expression twisted slightly. “She made the aromatherapy stick herself?”


    “Yep.” Delh nodded.


    Donald then remembered their,conversation the previous night. He had asked Mirabe where she bought it, and she had quipped, ‘Online, only nine ny–nine with free shipping<b>.” </b>


    He chuckled inwardly. Quite the little fibber, wasn’t she?


    Sensing Donald’s gaze, Mirabe looked up only to find him turning away with a look of distaste.


    Soon after, Delh helped Donald to the dining room for breakfast, calling her daughter and son to join as well. Though there was a guest in the house, the atmosphere was much the same as usual. Both Delh and Shawn wereid–back by nature and didn’t stand <b>on </b>ceremony, except when it came to Donald, whom they treated with unspoken politeness.


    Midway through breakfast, Delh looked up at Zach and said, “Zach, you’ve got that matchmaking event at ten. Don’t forget about it.”


    Zach <b>had </b>hoped that with a guest present, his mother might forget about the


    matchmaking ordeal. Yet, here’she was, bringing it up again. Scratching his head, he felt at headacheing on.


    Hearing this<b>, </b>Donald looked at Zach with a hint of surprise. “Zach, a catch like <b>you </b>still hasn’t found a partner?<b>” </b>


    “That’s right. Themunity center is organizing a big matchmaking event, and I signed him up,” Delh sighed, sparing no embarrassment for her son.


    <b>Zach </b>was at a <b>loss</b>. He was consigned to amunity <b>center </b>matchmaking event. How utterly heart–stabbing.


    Mirabe silently bowed her head. Poor Zach, such a tragic figure.


    “Really, there’s no rush. He’s still young.” Donald coughed.


    Delh shook her <b>head</b>. “He’s twenty–six. My friend’s kids are already helping out in the


    <b>kitchen</b>.”


    Zach couldn’t bear to listen any longer. He stuffed a couple of bites of pastry into his mouth, finished quickly, and stood up. “I’m done. You all enjoy your chat”


    As he pulled out his chair, ready to leave, Zach’s eyes flickered, and he turned to Mirabe. “It’s Saturday, and there’s nothing much going on. How about youe with me, Mira?


    Caught off guard, Mirabe paused, about to refuse.


    “Zach, you’re being ridiculous. Who brings their sister to a matchmaking event?” Delh scolded, before adding, “Besides, your sister doesn’t like crowded ces. She’ll stay home and keep Donaldpany.”


    Hearing this, Mirabe stood up, her pretty face serious. “Mom, Zach’s future is important. We can’t be careless in choosing a partner for him. As his sister, it’s my duty to help screen the candidates.”


    Donald, at the side, was stunned. She clearly didn’t want to stay home with an old man like him, and yet she dressed her words up so nobly!