The Cunningham family cousins had long known that Austin had made connections with the Pharmacists'' Guild and had even helped treat Donald''s illness. Austin wasn''t shy about bragging about it within the family.
What caught everyone off guard, though, was that it was Yara who had introduced Austin to the Guild. Instantly, the room was filled with curious andplicated nces directed at Yara.
Noticing the expressions on her rtives'' faces, Yara furrowed her brows slightly. She wasn''t particrly fond of her uncles making a fuss about the Pharmacists'' Guild in front of everyone, but with so many family members around, she felt it best to hide her difort.
After settling in beside her mom, Kitty, she whispered, "It''s not a big deal; what matters is that Grandpa''s illness gets treated."
Austin, pleased with the reactions, chimed in, "No worries, Dr. Ray said the chances are pretty high."
Yara sipped her coffee and nodded softly, choosing not to dive deeper into the conversation.
"Thank goodness we found the right marrow donor; otherwise, who knows what we''d do, especially with my sister being so cold-hearted and her daughter not showing the slightest bit of concern..." Kitty remarked with a slight eye-roll.
Inparison, she thought, her daughter was much better.
Austin frowned at the mention of his aunt''s daughter. He hadn''t heard a peep about her from the butler or Dr. Hulls. Every time he asked, they''d just say she came and went, leaving it at that. She was aplete enigma.
Yara, meanwhile, looked up at her mom, puzzled. "Aunt? Daughter?"
Kitty, realizing she''d let something slip, coughed awkwardly, "Just someone insignificant."
Austin nced at Kitty and asked, almost without thinking, "You never told Yara she has another aunt?"
"Didn''t seem necessary," Kitty replied, nudging Austin under the table and giving him a look that clearly said, "Keep it quiet."
Catching on, Austin chuckled, stood up, and headed over to the dining cab to ring the bell for dinner.
Still suspicious, Yara asked again, "Another aunt? Where''s she from?"
Kitty poured her another cup of coffee, "Just a distant rtive we''ve lost touch with. When your grandpa got sick, we thought of asking them for a blood test, but they wouldn''t even answer the door. Can you believe such cold-heartedness?" Yara frowned slightly, "It''s up to them, really. Not everyone''s obliged to help."
Kitty shook her head gently, thinking her daughter was wonderful in every way, albeit a bit too straightforward.
She decided to drop the subject.
Meanwhile, after a quick restroom break, Mirabe returned to the private room. Shortly after, she and herpanions got up to leave.
As they descended the stairs, Aaron, the Cunningham family butler, wasing up with a paper bag. As he rounded the corner, he came face-to-face with Mirabe and Grady.
Aaron didn''t recognize Grady and Nick, but Mirabe''s presence hit him hard. His face nched upon seeing her; he hadn''t expected to run into Miss Mira''s formidable daughter here.
He froze on the staircase, fear etched across his features, unable to move. Grady and Nick caught sight of his strange reaction, exchanging puzzled nces.
Sometimes, you think you can take on the world, but reality has other ns. I''l write a bit more, and you can catch up with the story tomorrow morning.