Web Fic
Chapter 79
“But I still feel something’s off,” Delilah said with a furrowed brow. “In the past, no matter what, he would stay with us for a while when he came back. But did you see earlier? He seemed like he couldn’t wait to get out of this house,”
Mirabella had already returned to her room, which was why Delilah continued, “If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t seem to reject Mira, I would’ve thought he was avoiding staying here because of her.”
But clearly, that wasn’t the case. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.
Shawn pondered for a few seconds before suggesting. “How about we give his agent a call tomorrow?”
Delilah nodded in agreement. “That might be a good idea. Otherwise, I’ll just keep worrying,”
“Don’t overthink it.”
**
After Mirabella took a shower, she settled in front of her computer, opened a web browser, and typed in the name Leo. Pages of results popped up instantly, but none seemed to be linked to the Leo that was her brother.
Mirabella stroked her chin, puzzled. Could it be that this Leo had no real fame to speak of?
After a moment of thought, her fingers flew across the keyboard, entering a string of web addresses. Soon enough, the page redirected, and after a two–step verification, she successfully logged onto The Mirror’s website. She opened her personal friends list and messaged someone with the nickname “Oracle.”
Bald Baby: [You there? Need you to look someone up for me.]
The Oracle’s status showed online, but there was no immediate reply, possibly busy with something else.
Mirabella wasn’t in a hurry. She leaned back in her chair, the flickering light from the computer screen reflecting on her face, giving her an air of nonchalance.
About five or six minutes later, Oracle finally replied. Oracle: [Sorry about that, got held up. Who do you need info on? Please let me know.]
Mirabella’s eyes lowered as her fingertips rested on the keyboard, ready to type, when her phone suddenly rang.
James? Confusion crossed Mirabella’s face. What was he calling about at this hour?
After a brief hesitation, she picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.
A minute later, “Got it. I’ll be right there.” She ended the call, her expression turning grave.
She stared at the chat box waiting for her reply on the computer screen, her fingers moving swiftly as she typed: [Gotta go, emergency. Talk later.]
Without waiting for a response, she closed the webpage, stood up, grabbed a jacket from the closet, and hurried out.
Downstairs, Shawn and Delilah had already retired to their rooms. Without disturbing them, Mirabella grabbed her keys
and left the house.
Twenty minutes later, at the hospital.
As soon as Mirabella stepped out of the cab, she saw James waiting at the entrance. She approached him, her voice low with concern, “How’s my grandmother?”
James led her toward the ward as he spoke, “She’s just out of critical condition.”
Relief washed over Mirabella, her tense expression softened as she glanced at him, “Thanks, I owe you one. Lucky you were there.”
The corners of James’s lips twitched into a faint smile, his chiseled features softly illuminated by the light, “It’s nothing.”
They soon arrived at the ward.
Catherine had been moved from the emergency room to a regular one, where a duty doctor was monitoring her vital signs. Mirabella stood outside, not immediately entering, but quietly watching through the glass window, her gaze intense and contemplative.