As the conversation wrapped up, Delh''s gaze naturally drifted to Mirabe. She had wanted to ask before they even got home but was unsure how to start the


    conversation.


    "There is a way," Mirabe admitted without holding back. "The medication''s side effects can mess with the body''s immune and nervous systems. Even if saved, the person might end up... slow to respond."


    "Slow to respond?" Shawn echoed, trying to grasp the situation.


    "Yeah, a bit better than being in a vegetative state. They could move their limbs and be fully aware," Mirabe exined.


    Shawn nced at Delh. The doctor had told them earlier that the patient was surviving only with the help of a venttor and nutritional fluids, not even considering treatment as an option. Now, they faced a tough call: to save or not to


    save.


    Saving him might upset their daughter. But not saving him could leave a permanent scar of guilt on his wife''s heart. Even if their ties had been severed long ago, the bond of blood remained unbreakable.


    Delh, understanding Shawn''s silent question, spoke softly, “Life and death are in the hands of fate. I don''t owe him anything."


    Even knowing her daughter might have a way to save Donald''s life, she never considered asking her to intervene. She couldn''t disregard her daughter''s protective instincts.


    Mirabe gave Delh a quick look, then stood up, "I''ll take care of it. Mom, Dad, you should get some rest. I''ll head to my room."


    The couple was momentarily taken aback. Mirabe nodded and quickly headed upstairs.


    Delh watched Mirabe''s figure disappear at the top of the stairs and let out a weary sigh, "I shouldn''t havee."


    Hearing this, Shawn sat beside her, taking her cold hand in his, "Some things can''t be avoided. Let''s just see what happens."


    Delh sighed again, falling silent.


    **


    Once in her room, Mirabe turned on herputer. After about fifteen minutes of tinkering, she pulled out her phone and unblocked someone on Messenger who had been in the digital doghouse for nearly a year.


    Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed, "When did Morgan leave the n?"


    The reply came back almost immediately.


    Y: "Hey, you finally remembered me!"


    Y: "I thought you were going to keep me in the dark forever."


    Y: "Feeling wronged here."


    Y: "So pitiful."


    Mirabe rubbed her temples, realizing she might have let a chatterbox loose.


    Y: "Oh, right. Morgan left about a month ago. I wanted to tell you, but I was blocked."


    Mirabe''s lips twitched as she ignored thestment, "What''s he up to?"


    Y: "Besides hunting for medicine, he''s probably checking if you''re still around." Mirabe paused, her fingers hovering over the screen.


    Then another message popped up from Y: "I didn''t say anything. If you don''t want Uncle Wade to know, you better keep a low profile."


    Y: "And stay safe."


    Understanding the warning, Mirabe simply replied, "Got it," and ended the chat. She decided not to block Y again.


    After a few moments of quiet, Mirabe put down her phone and logged onto The Mirror website on herputer. She quickly posted a trade ad in the items exchange section. Her eyes lingered on the post, thoughtful, before she logged out and shut down herputer.