Although the steward didn''t know what Miss Mira was going to do in Province Y,


    he nodded immediately, "Of course, I''ll contact the aviation authority right away to request a flight path."


    Mirabe nodded slightly, thanking him once more.


    Turning around, Mirabe re-entered the lounge, not even ncing at Santos, but speaking to Paul, "Paul, I have something urgent to attend to. I''ll arrange for someone to take you to the hospital, and I''lle visit youter in the evening."


    Paul, who had regained some strength, looked at Mirabe. Though she appeared normal, the sadness in the depths of her eyes did not escape him. He gently patted her arm without asking further, "Alright, you go ahead."


    "Okay."


    Mirabe left the lounge.


    Soon, Santos and his men were taken away, and Paul was transported to the hospital.


    *


    The Davis family''s steward was incredibly efficient; in less than ten minutes, the ne was ready.


    Mirabe boarded the ne and sat there motionless, her eyes staring out the window, vacant and lifeless. Her fingers had already pierced her palm, yet she seemed to feel nothing at all.


    Time passed quickly yet also seemed to drag on. A little over an hourter, the ne finallynded at the airport in Province Y.


    Mirabe then closed her sore eyes, stood up, and disembarked from the ne. Her slender figure carried an indescribable sadness, and the apanying steward dared not say much, only quietly following by her side.


    As she walked out of the airport, Wyatt was waiting at the exit. Mirabe had messaged him before boarding the ne. Seeing her, he hurried forward, "Ms. Mirabe."


    Mirabe nodded, her voice a bit hoarse, asking, "Where is my grandmother now?"


    As Wyatt led her to the parked car, he replied softly, "Her body has already been transported back to Elm Creek; it should have already arrived home by now."


    Hearing the word ''body,'' Mirabe''s hand hanging by her side clenched again. She gave a light hum, turned to the Davis family''s steward, and told him there was no need to


    follow, then fell silent again.


    Quickly, Wyatt drove Mirabe back to the town.


    Throughout the journey, he drove almost at top speed, reducing a trip that


    normally took two hours to just one.


    The car stopped at the entrance of an alley, where James, wearing a dark long coat, was waiting.


    Seeing the man standing there,


    Mirabe finally showed a flicker of emotion in her eyes. She opened the door and stepped out, standing in front of James. A cold wind brushed her face, making her shiver, ber patfor impossible to conceal.


    James, who had never seen Mirabe in such a state, felt a pang of heartache. He reached out to hold her cold hand, and after a while, he spoke, "Condolences."


    Mirabe''s fingers curled slightly, and even though enveloped in warmth, she felt only the bone-chilling cold. She opened her mouth to speak, "My grandmother, she..."


    James smoothed her fingers, simply saying, "Go see her."


    "Alright." Mirabe nodded, letting him lead her down the alley.


    Her mechanical silhouette made it almost impossible to reconcile with the person


    who never lost herposure, no matter the situation.


    Wyatt watched from behind, sighing deeply.


    *


    When Mirabe and James reached the entrance of the courtyard, the gate was not closed, a white cloth already hung upon it. She stood at the entrance, looking in from afar.


    The usually serene courtyard was now filled with many neighbors, a simple tent had been erected in the open space, under whichy a coffin.


    Summer, dressed in dark clothes with a ck armband on her arm, was speaking with the people in the courtyard. Seemingly sensing something, she suddenly looked up towards the gate.