<b>Chapter 530 </b>
For a brief moment<b>, </b>Johnny stiffened, his expression frozen as ice. But his ability to adapt was sharp as a <b>tack</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>faced with Mirabe’s chilly demeanor, he swallowed the pleasantries he’d prepared. “I apologize for the intrusion,” he said, his tone stripped of any displeasure and insteadden with sincere contrition.
Under normal circumstances, had anyone else spoken to him that way, he would’ve told them to hit the road without a second thought. But Mirabe… she was different, someone he couldn’t afford to offend.
Delh and Shavn, standing by, exchanged a look of surprise. From the moment Johnny had walked through their <b>door</b>, the couple sensed that he was no ordinary visitor. Despite his polite attempts to keep it under wraps, he carried an air of authority. It was clear he was someone of importance.
And now, this man was apologizing to their daughter… That was odd, indeed.
Delh seemed poised to speak, but Shawn gently pressed her hand, giving her a look that said, ‘Not now<i>, </i>and shook his head slightly. She understood and settled back on the couch.
Mirabe didn’t notice her parents‘ exchange of nces, her own gaze still fixed on Johnny. “If you need anything in the future, <b>you </b>can contact me directly.”
Johnny caught her drift immediately. She probably didn’t appreciate him dropping by and involving her family.
He let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn’t said too much to the Davis family or revealed anything about the healing matters. Given Owen’s delicate situation, the less people knew about his illness, the better.
“I failed to consider. Please don’t take it to heart, Ms. Mirabe,” he apologized once more, the politeness in his voice unwavering. “Sure,” Mirabe responded lightly, her tone softened by the presence of her attentive mother nearby. She couldn’t let her guise of the dutiful daughter slip.
Feeling the slight thaw in her attitude, Johnny allowed himself to rx a fraction. While he could afford to be dismissive with the likes of the Reeves family, he knew that he had to be genuinely courteous with this young girl who held Owen’s health in her hands.
Mirabe nced <b>at </b>the clock and then addressed Johnny again. “Do you have any other business?” Her intent to dismiss him was clear.
<b>“</b>No, I just came to drop these off,” Johnny replied, pausing for a beat. He looked at Mirabe. “Would you be avable for another check–up in a couple of days<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Mirabe turned out to be surprisingly amodating. “That’s fine.”
Hearing this, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief and then said, “We’ll be in touch then. I won’t keep you any longer. I should be going.” After a brief farewell, he nodded respectfully to Shawn and Delh, who were still seated, and quickly made his way out. Shawn, ever the polite host<b>, </b>stood and followed Johnny to the door, seeing him out with a courteous goodbye.
Once Johnny had left, Delh turned back to her daughter and motioned for Mirabe to join her by patting the couch beside her. Mirabe, with a hand to her forehead, walked over <b>and </b><b>sat </b>down.
“Sweetheart,” Delh began, her curiosity piqued, “who is Mr. Johnny<b>, </b>and why <b>did </b>hee here to thank you?”
He had mentioned his gratitude upon arrival but <b>hadn’t </b>borated on the reasons behind it. Delh had overheard something about <b>a </b><b>‘</b>consultation fee<b>,</b><b>‘ </b>but the specifics of what that entailed were lost on her.