Chapter 0226

Paul: “Yes. Someone broke into the surveillance room and introduced the virus into the internal network through the monitoring system.”

Miranda: “Who was it?”

Paul: “The person was wearing a mask, so their identity isn’t clear, but it’s certain they’re someone from Bedford College.”

Miranda pressed her lips together and replied, “We mustn’t let them get away with this. It was a virus this time. Who knows what it could be next time?”

Paul glanced at his phone and chuckled softly.

The IT technician beside him looked puzzled, wondering what was so amusing. The sudden chuckle had startled him slightly; it was quite unsettling.

Paul: “Alright. I’ll do as you say.”

Miranda smiled. She then put down her phone and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Meanwhile, the throbbing headache from his hangover made Hansel wince in pain. He sat up and glanced outside the window; it was already dark. He realized he had slept the whole day.

His stomach began to ache faintly again. He expertly fished out the stomach pain medicine from the bedside drawer, gulping it down with the leftover cold water.

The icy liquid traveled down his throat and into his stomach, jolting him awake.

Scenes of his time with Miranda kept playing over and over in Hansel’s mind.

She had always been against him drinking.

At first, she would be anxious and worried. She’d nag him like a little old lady. But after every lecture, she would still bring him a steaming bowl of stomach-soothing soup.

When he was in a good mood, he enjoyed this attention and care, relishing finding ways to make her finally hush.

But when he was in a bad mood, or when work had been particularly stressful, and Miranda kept nagging, he would get really irritated.

Then, when he was annoyed, his temper would flare, and they would often end up in a big fight.

Gradually, she stopped nagging so much. Every time he came home from a business event, he would see her sitting on the couch, waiting, and a bowl of hot soup or broth would be placed in his hands.

Hansel thought she had finally become more understanding, and a part of him felt relieved.

After all, which man didn’t have to attend social events? And at these events, who’d drink anything other than alcohol?

If you didn’t drink but others did, it wasn’t about alcohol tolerance; it was about feeling humiliated. Looking back now, Miranda hadn’t become more understanding; she was simply disappointed, too tired to even say anything anymore.

Staring at the drawer filled with empty boxes of stomach pain medication, Hansel couldn’t even remember the last time he had Miranda’s homemade soup.

One day, two days…

Three months, six months…

All he knew was that he missed her so much it hurt. It was driving him mad!

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Ingrid walked in carrying a tray.

Seeing him awake, she smiled slightly. “Hans, you’ve slept all day. You must be hungry. I made you some pumpkin soup and prepared a few light and appetizing side dishes.”

She stepped closer to the bed, about to set the tray down.

Hansel stopped her. “Who said you could come in?”

Her movements froze. “I… I was just worried about you…”