Mirabe pondered for a moment before replying with casual simplicity, “Just someone who doesn’t matter much. As for the thanks, I suppose it’s because I saved a life


    Delh paused, a hint of surprise in her voice. ‘Saved a life?”


    Yep<b>, </b>Mirabe uttered with a nonchnt nod, not bothering to borate further. She then fished out her smartphone and fired up a live–streaming app. Today, Princess Leo” was flying solo on the stream, and Mirabe wondered if he had managed to avoid any


    trouble.


    Delh wanted to press on, but seeing her daughter engrossed in her phone, exuding a clear air of ‘drop the subject, she mped her hips shut. Her daughter, usually sopliant and gentle, was a vault of secrets. If Mirabe didn’t wish to share something, it was a closed book,


    Delh decided not to pry further. However, a thought struck her, and she nced at Mirabe, feigning nonchnce as she asked, “By the way, honey, has anyone from the Gilbert family been around to see you again?”


    Mirabes gaze remained steadfast on her phone screen, and it took her a few seconds to respond without looking up. “Nope.” There was a time when Mandy paid a solitary visit to her school, but that was ages ago and hardly worth mentioning now.


    “Oh, well, if the Gilberts ever doe calling, make sure to let me know, dear.” Delh picked up a ss of water from the coffee table and took a sip.


    This time, Mirabe nced askance, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, “Why’s that?”


    Delh cleared her throat and said, “No big deal, really. Just don’t want you dealing with bullies again.”


    Mirabe’s eyes returned to her phone. “They’re not in a position to bully me.”


    *Just be sure to talk to me if you run into any trouble, okay? Don’t keep it all bottled up inside,” Delh said, her gaze drifting.


    This moming, Grady hade by, reporting that he had traced the recent inquiries into the Davis family. They had suspected their old adversaries and had even arranged for bodyguards to covertly protect their daughter, only to discover it was the Gilbert family- Mirabe’s former foster mother, no less.


    Delh couldn’t fathom why that woman would suddenly take an interest in the Davis family, but it surely wasn’t out of goodwill. Precaution was necessary.


    Time flew, and on Wednesday, Mirabe received a text from Johnny asking her toe by after school for a follow–up check on Owen. She had previously agreed to a second visit, and with no other ns after sses, she texted back a simple [Ok.]


    At five o’clock, as Mirabe stepped out of Parkside High School, a horn honked from a ck sedan parked on the road. A man d in a stark ck suit with a stern demeanor stepped out. He approached Mirabe directly, offering a polite nod. “Ms. Mirabe, Mr. Johnny is waiting for you in the car.” Johnny had made it clear to his bodyguard to treat Mirabe with utmost respect. Mirabe gave the man a cursory nce, acknowledging him with a faint hum.


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    The bodyguard gestured invitingly towards the car. Smoothing her shoulder bag, Mirabe walked over without hesitation.


    The ck sedan wasn’t exactly a luxury car, but a closer look revealed modifications especially the windows, which were bulletproof. The bodyguard courteously opened the rear door for her. Mirabe diverted her thoughtful gaze and promptly slid into the backseat. Johnny was seated in the front passenger seat. As soon as she got in, hè greeted her warmly, “Ms. Mirabe, I appreciate you making the trip.”


    Mirabe straightened up and replied with a light affirmation before adding, “I’m not doing this for nothing, you know.”