Mirabe propped her foot up on the flower stand beside her, her gaze calm and collected. She didn''t delve deeper into the topic but simply asked, "Did my brother run into some trouble yesterday?"


    The assistant had already gged down a taxi. Maybe it was Mirabe''s tone that made him instinctively serious, so he didn''t try to hide anything. He quickly recounted what had happened at the courthouse yesterday.


    It had only been a day since the incident, and the boss was in trouble again. This wasn''t about keeping things under wraps anymore; it was a matter of safety.


    What really baffled the assistant was how Mirabe had called half an hour ago about Zach, and then somehow managed to sort everything out in the next thirty minutes. He couldn''t wrap his head around it.


    Mirabe gently brushed her fingers over the nt, realizing she wouldn''t get more answers, and soon hung up.


    After lingering outside for a moment, she sent Curtis a message on Messenger. Barely a momentter, Curtis called back, "Ms. Mirabe, is Zach alright?"


    "Thanks, he''s fine," Mirabe replied.


    With that, Curtis breathed a sigh of relief. After exchanging a few more words, he promised, "Don''t worry, I''ll get the info to you within an hour."


    "Thanks, I appreciate it," Mirabe nodded.


    Before hanging up, Curtis asked, "Are you okay?"


    Holding her phone, Mirabe walked back towards the hospital, her voice soft, "I''m fine."


    "d to hear it."


    Curtis then ended the call, but not before instructing his team to check what went down at the courthouse yesterday and what case Zach was working on. After giving his orders, Curtis thought for a moment and shot a message to his friend James, still puzzled by how calm Mirabe sounded.


    **


    The emergency room was still in action, its red light shing above the door. Mirabe strolled over and took a seat next to Grady. She looked at him and said, "Grady, you should head home and rest. I can handle things here."


    Grady gave a small smile and shook his head, "It''s alright. I''ll wait until Zach''s out before I leave."


    Seeing his resolve, Mirabe didn''t push further. She leaned back in her chair, her head resting against the wall, lost in thought.


    About twenty minutester, the emergency room light finally dimmed.


    The door swung open, and a nurse wheeled out a hospital bed.


    Zach was in fresh hospital clothes, his head wrapped in white gauze. Despite the swelling and cuts on his face, he seemed to have escaped serious injury.


    Mirabe followed the nurse into the ward, while Grady got an update from the doctor before joining them. The news was pretty much what Mirabe had already shared.


    They still had to wait a bit for the X-ray and blood test results.


    In the ward, after setting up the IV, the nurse left. Zach''s assistant rushed in shortly after.


    Seeing his bossid up in bed, the assistant was about to ask what happened but paused when he noticed Grady''s intimidating presence in the room.


    Luckily, Grady didn''t linger. After taking a phone call, he left.


    Once Grady was gone, the assistant exhaled in relief and asked, "Ms. Mirabe, who was that just now?"


    "A family elder," Mirabe briefly exined and gestured for the assistant to sit.


    The assistant nodded, thinking to himself that the man seemed more like a guardian angel than just a family elder.