Chapter 43

Tina was utterly confused. While Hansel was hospitalized, Miranda had stayed by his bedside, tending to him. She’d even cried from heartbreak.

"How come the web isn't bearing the fire?" Evelyn asked.

A deathly silence fell over the room. Hansel said nothing, his face expressionless. Calvin and Zach, who knew the truth, remained silent.

Finally, Sam quietly broke the silence. "They broke up. Didn't you know?"

Evelyn frowned. "Why is she still throwing a tantrum? How many days has it been? Her temper has gotten much worse!"

Hansel's face darkened.

"Um, Evelyn," Sam said, glancing at Evelyn, "I'm afraid this time, it's not that easy"

"What does that mean? Is Miranda acting high and mighty?"

"Mom," Hansel interrupted coldly, his expression frigid. "This time, we're really over. I was the one who wanted to break up."

"What?" Evelyn was stunned.

Tina was also surprised. Looking back, Miranda had indeed been arguing with Hansel for some time.

Evelyn left the hospital room without waiting to call Miranda. When the call connected, she laughed coldly before Miranda could speak. "Miranda, who do you think you are? You used up all your luck when my son fell for you! After he spent so much money on you over the years, is this how you repay him? You don't have a conscience! Even a stray dog would understand gratitude better than you!"

Gritting her teeth, she continued, "Hansel is sick now. When are you coming?"

Miranda listened quietly, unable to interject. Finally, she replied calmly, "I'm sorry, but your son has nothing to do with me now."

After hanging up, she blocked Evelyn's number on her phone and WhatsApp. She let out a heavy sigh; she'd never felt so carefree.

Meanwhile, Evelyn couldn't believe Miranda had hung up on her. She tried calling back, but the dial tone fueled her anger. She stomped her feet. "Fine, Miranda! You think you're all that, huh?"

Seeing a subtle smile on Miranda's lips, Solomon asked, "Did something happen?"

Miranda shook her head. She'd just resolved some troublesome matters.

After another day of studying, darkness had fallen. They left the library.

The night air was chilly. A dim yellow light illuminated the path, and leaves rustled in the wind. Solomon gazed at Miranda's face. Her flawless skin looked a little cold.

He mustered his courage. "Yesterday, you said you had to reschedule dinner. Since we're here, how about tonight? Of course, if you have other plans, don't worry about it."

Miranda considered this. Solomon had helped her a lot. She should have treated him to a meal long ago.

"Sure. I have some ingredients at home. If you don't mind, would you like to try my cooking?"

Solomon was pleasantly surprised. "Oh, y-your home?"

Miranda nodded. "It's a ten-minute walk from here. However, if you'd prefer to eat out, we can do that. You can choose."

Realizing she meant no implication, Solomon sighed with disappointment. "It's fine. A home-cooked meal is great—it's clean and hygienic. I can't wait."