GoodReadChapter 415 Mirabella, tangled in a web of confusing relations, suddenly blurted out, “Mom, who is this old... Who exactly is he?” Delilah glanced up at her daughter. “Sweety, you don’t recognize your Grandpa from back home?” Grandpa from back home? Yeah, right, since when? She was raised by her grandma, and there was no grandpa in the picture.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRubbing her temples, Mirabella started, “No, it’s not that-" But before she could finish, Donald chimed in, “Maybe | should be going. I'm just an old country bumpkin, dirty and all. | understand if Mira doesn’t wantaround.” With that, he shakily reached for his cane next to him, struggling to stand up as if ready to leave.
Mirabella was flabbergasted. What an actor! “Oh, please, it's not like that at all,” Both Delilah and Shawn rose to their feet, helping Donald back onto the couch.
Turning to Mirabella, Delilah said, “It was not easy for him to call the way to the city. You could be a bit more hospitable.” As her words fell, even Shawn, who usually spoiled his daughter, couldn't help but give Mirabella a look of mild reproach as if to say, how could you treat an elder like this? Mirabella, who hadn't managed two words yet, was left feeling undervalued by her own parents.
The couple then comforted Donald and assured him he was welcto stay, quickly telling Mirabella to keep him company before they headed to the kitchen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce they were out of earshot, Mirabella took a seat next to Donald, stared him dead in the eye without a trace of emotion, and demanded, “Where did you even cfrom?” Without Delilah and Shawn around, Donald dropped his pitiful act. Resting his hands on his cane, he arrogantly replied, “You hitand thought you could run off? Do you think the world works like that?” In other words, there was no way she was getting rid of him that easily.
Watching Donald’s demeanor switch in an instant, Mirabella felt a pulse throbbing at her temple. “Who hit who? You know exactly what happened” “Clearly, you hit me. How could a frail old man like myself knock into you?” Donald retorted.
Mirabella, with a steely look, cut straight to the chase. “Fine, how did you find my house?” She paused, then rephrased her question, gazing directly at Donald. “Or rather, what's your purpose for trackingdown? Don’t givethat grandpa story. We don’t know each other Donald's gaze wavered slightly, but he stood his ground, “You hit me, so you're responsible for taking care of me.” Mirabella’s patience had run dry. “I don’t care what you're after, but you better find an excuse to leave my place.
Otherwise, brace yourself to be thrown out.” Donald anorted and tilted his chin up even more defiantly, “Go ahead, try throwing out a poor old man like mel” Mirabella was at her wit’s end.
Just then, Zach walked back into the living room. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing the old man and looked questioningly at his sister. “Mirabella, who's this?” “Oh, I'm Donald, Mira’s Grandfather back home,” Donald switched back to his kindly facade, answering for her.
Mirabella’s face darkened even more as she thought to herself, “It's getting really hard not to punch an old man.”
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