Chapter 42
Catherine was nockling tervently like a student being scolded by a teacher, ‘Yes, dent. I’ve been taking my medication on time. I haven’t missed a single dose.”
Mirabella withdrew her hand. “Do you still have that incense I gave you?”
“I do… I light it every evening.” Catherine’s voice faltered slightly as she spoke,
Mirabella looked at her with a sly smile. “If you lit it every night, you wouldn’t be plagued with insomnia and palpitations.”
to pack it when I moved.”
At this, Catherine quiltity bowed her head. After a pause, she admitted, “Truth is, I forg
A shadow flickered in Mirabella’s eyes, but her voice remained airy. “Is that so?”
Whenever Catherine saw this expression on her granddaughter, her heart would thump uncontrollably, yet she brazenly responded, “Really, I’m not lying to you.”
Mirabella’s lips curled into a half–smile. She didn’t call out Catherine’s obvious evasion, Instead, she stood and moved behind her, her slender tingers resting atop Catherine’s head. “Relax, let me give you a little massage,”
Catherine wanted to refuse, but looking into Mirabella’s calm and indifferent face, she instinctively clamped her mouth shut. For some reason, she had grown to fear Mirabella’s earnest demeanor, always feeling like nothing could be hidden from her, It was odd. Catherine was the elder, yet she felt like a kid.
Half an hour later, Mirabella withdrew her hands and asked softly, “How do you feel?”
Catherine opened her eyes, slightly embarrassed. “Wonderful, I nearly fell asleep.” Her gaze fell upon Mirabella’s hands. “You’ve been at it for a while; aren’t you tired?”
Mirabella sipped water from a glass on the side table. “Not at all. I’ll bring you some more lavender Incense later.”
“Okay.” Catherine beamed. To her, the incense didn’t matter. What mattered was that her granddaughter would come again.
Feeling invigorated, Catherine stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I picked up your favorite pork ribs and some trout at the market today. These dishes take a while to cook, so just relax in the living room. Dinner will be ready soon…”
Mirabella watched Catherine chatter with a distant gaze, reminiscent of their time in the small town.
With nothing much to do, Mirabella wandered around the house before leaning lazily against the kitchen doorway to watch Catherine cook.
Soon, the doorbell rang. Busy with the pots, Catherine asked Mirabella to answer the door, suggesting it might be the water delivery.
However, when Mirabella opened the door, she was not surprised to see who was standing outside.
“What are you doing here?”
The visitors were none other than Mandy and Summer, with the Gilbert family’s butler in tow, carrying several boxes of gourmet treats. Mandy’s face darkened the moment she saw Mirabella.
Mirabella simply glanced at her and walked back inside, not even bothering to offer a perfunctory greeting.
“So rude!” Mandy sneered coldly.
Summer hadn’t expected to encounter Mirabella here either. She looked at Mandy’s annoyed expression and said softly. “Mom, don’t be upset. Let’s go inside.”
Catherine turned down the stove and stepped out of the kitchen. “Mira, is it the water deliv-”
Her words trailed off as she caught sight of Mandy stepping into the house, her smile instantly freezing.
