On the second try, the call didn''t even ring before going straight to a "not in


    service" message.


    Jules nced at her phone, then looked up at Kitty. "Looks like I''ve been blocked."


    Kitty let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Well, isn''t she something? No amount of sweet-talking or strong-arming can get her to show up."


    "I don''t get what Miss Mira is up to," Jules said, puzzled. "She''s cozying up to Yara at school, but won''t meet with you, Mrs. Cunningham..."


    Considering the Cunningham family''s reputation, you''d think she''d jump at the chance to get in their good graces. Why would she turn them down?


    Especially after receiving those photos today, anyone with an ounce of curiosity would have epted the invitation.


    Kitty scoffed lightly. "Just ying hard to get, like her mother."


    "So, what''s the n now?" Jules asked.


    A cold determination flickered in Kitty''s eyes as she got up. "If she''s going to snub us, then I won''t be ying nice anymore."


    With that, she strode out of the private room, leaving Jules to quickly follow.


    Meanwhile, Mirabe put her phone down and continued eating.


    "Who was that?" Nick, sitting across from her, asked, noting her brief serious expression when she answered the call.


    Mirabe looked up, shaking her head. "Wrong number."


    Nick gave her another curious nce.


    Mirabe cleared her throat, then changed the subject. "By the way, Nick, have the Cunninghams tried to reach you?"


    "The Cunninghams?" Nick paused. "Which Cunninghams?"


    It seemed they hadn''t contacted him. Seeing this, Mirabe thought for a moment before saying, "You know, folks from Mom''s side of the family."


    Nick finally realized. He hadn''t paid much attention to the Cunninghams, only learning about their connection to their mother from Uncle As a while back.


    "What''s up? Did theye after you again?" Nick guessed.


    Mirabe shrugged. "Yeah."


    "Don''t bother with them," Nick said nonchntly.


    Though he wasn''t sure why their mom never mentioned the Cunninghams, he figured they must have done her wrong.


    Mirabe nodded, sensing Nick didn''t know much about Delh''s story either.


    Nick paused, eyeing the phone on the table. "Was that call from the Cunninghams?"


    Mirabe blinked, impressed by Nick''s sharp observation.


    Nick frowned slightly. "Ignore them. If they trouble you again, let me know. I''ll handle it."


    "Okay," Mirabe said, her response vague.


    Their thoughts were clearly divided.


    After dinner, Mirabe didn''t rush back to her room. Instead, she settled in the living room, watching TV and fiddling with her phone.


    Before long, Mirabe received a message. Her eyes lit up, and she got off the couch, slipping on her slippers as she headed for the door.


    It was Curtis, dropping off some documents.


    Mirabe took the papers. "That was quick."


    Curtis nodded. "Delh''s situation isn''t exactly a secret in the Cunningham family, so it was easy to dig up."


    “Thanks,” Mirabe said, not opening the documents just yet. "I appreciate your help."


    Curtis gave a sheepish smile. "No problem. If you need anything else about the Cunninghams, just give me a shout."


    Mirabe nodded.


    "Well, Miss Mirabe, I''ll be off then."


    "Alright."


    Mirabe watched him drive away, then turned to head back into the house.


    Back in her room, after a quick freshen-up, Mirabe finally sat down to look through the documents Curtis had brought over.