Web Fic
Chapter 447
Although Shawn always felt that Donald was a bit too much of an odd duck when it came to Mirabella, he figured that given how charming she was, only a rare soul wouldn’t take a shine to her.
With that thought, he turned to his daughter and said with a wink, “Well, Mira, why don’t you walk Donald out?”
Mirabella glanced at Donald and gave a noncommittal grunt. They headed out, one trailing the other. After a few steps, Donald stopped short, as if he remembered something, and stared at Mirabella intently. “Hey, that bargain incense you had for, what, nine ninety–nine with free shipping–got any left?”
Mirabella stared back at Donald, emotionless. “No.” He’d already mooched a meal, and now he was angling for her scents? Fat chance.
“Ah,” Donald said, touching his nose and putting on a pitiful, wounded expression as he walked on. “Well, age catches up to ya, you know… My sleep ain’t what it used to be…”
Mirabella remained silent. Soon, they reached the yard. Mirabella looked up and saw a figure standing outside the door, hands clasped behind him, radiating an aura of proud chilliness.
What on earth James doing at her doorstep?
Narrowing her eyes, Mirabella continued forward with Donald. Suddenly, she turned to him and asked, “Donald, don’t tell me that’s your grandson?”
Donald pursed his lips and nodded with a smile. “Yep, that’s my boy.”
“How ‘bout it, isn’t my grandson a looker? Feel a little flutter in your heart?” Donald said, tilting his chin up with evident pride.
As they reached the gate, Mirabella opened it without a word. James looked up, and his gaze paused for a moment on Mirabella’s expressionless face. He then turned to his grandfather with a half–smile. “Running away from home? Grandpa, you’re really living it up these days.”
Donald coughed, showing a flicker of guilt, but then he remembered his box of coffee beans, and his demeanor swiftly changed. He planted his cane firmly on the ground with a thud. “You cheeky lad, you know exactly why I left!”
James‘ handsome features remained cool as he simply gazed at Donald, not uttering a word. A little scared, Donald waved him off. “Let’s get moving.”
James turned to Mirabella with a soft sigh. “I only just found out my grandpa was staying with you. He didn’t cause too much trouble, did he?” Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Recalling Donald’s previous antics, Mirabella’s tone was icy. “Of course, he did.”
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She paused before adding, “There are hospital bills, emotional distress from being falsely accused of a hit–and–run, and the expenses of him freeloading at my place. How do you propose we settle this?”
Donald, who had just stepped out, stumbled upon hearing this. He turned to Mirabella with a look of utter disbelief. She was nothing short of a money–hungry fiend!
Hearing this, James suddenly looked up at his grandfather. “Hospitalized? Hit–and–run?”
Donald quickly looked away, pretending not to hear a word.
James massaged his temples, all too familiar with his grandfather’s antics. He pulled out his phone, opened his banking app, and, in full view of Mirabella, transferred ninty thousand bucks.
Mirabella’s mood instantly brightened. She waved at James, all smiles. “Well, actually, it’s nothing. It’s our duty to help the elderly, isn’t it?”