As picked up on the subtle change in Miss Mira''s voice as he handed over the envelope. "Honestly, I don''t know what''s inside. Grady just said you''d get it once you take a look."


    Mirabe sensed it was something troublesome, and she took a step back, her expression growing serious. "I''m swamped with schoolwork right now. I really don''t have time for anything else."


    As gave a sheepish grin. "Come on, Miss Mira, just take it. If you don''t, Grady''s gonna give me a hard time."


    Mirabe gave As a long look, hesitated for a moment, then finally took the envelope.


    As breathed a sigh of relief, quickly dropping the helpless act. "Alright, I''m off then."


    But just as he was leaving, something came to mind. He turned back. "Oh, and Miss Mira, maybe it''s best if Zach and thedy don''t see this."


    Watching As drive away, Mirabe nced at the envelope in her hands, opened it for a quick peek, then tucked it back inside. Just as she feared, it was bad news.


    With a sigh, she shoved the envelope into her backpack and headed into the vi.


    Inside, Delh had just hung up from a call with Austin and was chatting with her husband. As soon as she heard the door, she paused and waited until Mirabe walked into the room. "Mira, did you attend the Cunningham family dinner a few days ago?" she asked, hesitantly.


    Mirabe put her backpack down and nodded casually. "You found out?"


    "Austin just called," Delh said, walking over with concern written all over her face. "Why didn''t you tell me about something so important? What if they had treated you badly?"


    "It didn''t happen," Mirabe sighed, cutting off Delh''s worries. "I can handle myself."


    Delh knew her daughter had her own way of handling things. Reflecting on Austin''s tone during the call, she figured Mirabe must''ve held her ground. "Donald woke up," she mentioned.


    "Oh," Mirabe replied, unsurprised.


    "Now that he''s awake, you won''t need to care for him anymore, and we don''t need


    to worry about the Cunningham family causing any trouble," Delh added.


    "Yep," Mirabe agreed, ying the obedient daughter.


    Delh couldn''t help but shake her head at Mirabe''s seemingly innocent demeanor. That fa?ade could really fool people.


    Meanwhile, at the hospital...


    Romero woke up two days ago, and his health was bouncing back to normal, impressing the doctors with how fast he was recovering.


    Things seemed to be looking up, but Donald''s sluggish responses stood out as odd.


    With no clear answer from the doctors, Austin had to bring Conrad in for a consultation.


    Donald was now in a regr hospital room, fully conscious.


    Conrad checked his pulse and waved a hand in front of Donald''s eyes. Seeing the dyed focus, he turned to Austin. "His slow reactions are probably due to nerve damage from the meds."


    "Can we fix it over time?" Austin asked, anxious for a solution.


    Conrad shook his head. "Nope, we can''t."


    Austin nced at Donald lying in bed. "Is he going to be like someone with dementia now?"


    "Pretty much," Conrad replied, pausing. "But despite the slow reactions, Donald''s physical recovery is impressive. It''s the best oue we could hope for. Barring any surprises, he should have another five or six years."