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Emmitt’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile, finding humor in the misunderstandings of the past weeks, while
simultaneously feeling exasperated by his sister's silence despite her academic prowess. “If she had just talked
tomore,” he thought, “none of this unpleasantness would've happened.”
The food tasted bland, partly from wounded pride, partly from not knowing how to face Mirabella. So, when
Emmitt’s phone buzzed in his pocket, he seized the excuse of urgent business and left the half-eaten meal
behind.
Delilah, puzzled, watched him leave. “Isn't it the weekend?” she mused.
Shawn raised an eyebrow, his tone cryptic. “He's Just being stubborn.”
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Delilah looked at her husband, not quite grasping his meaning. Shawn just smiled and kept his thoughts to
himself.
Once downstairs, Emmitt didn’t start his car immediately but instead pulled out his phone and looked up the
BrainSpark Nationals. He found the official website with ease and navigated to the scores section. He didn’t have
to search long before Mirabella’s nleaped out at him, sitting at the top of the board, with a full hundred and
fifty points.
His gaze lingered on the screen, fingers hesitant, then scrolled down to see Summer's nas well. He realized
that had he not casually mentioned the competition, and had his parents not spoken of his sister's
accomplishments, he might have continued to undervalue his biological sister over his adopted one-a thought
that made him ruffle his hair in frustration before tossing the phone aside and starting the car.
Well, it was just a preliminary score, nothing to fuss over.
Monday.
Mirabella had barely arrived at school when she was summoned to the principal's office.
“Mirabella, long tno see,” the principal, Mr. Hammond, greeted her with a beaming smile. his demeanor both
gentle and polite.
She nodded politely, “Good morning. What can | do for you?”
“Well, I've been so swamped lately, even had to travel. I'm afraid that during my absence, sunfounded
rumors about you taking shortcuts have been circulating around the school,” he said, his face darkening with
concern before he continued with a hint of regret, “It's my oversight, really. | failed to clarify things with the
faculty, leading to this misunderstanding. Rest assured, | will clear your name, Mirabella.”
Mirabella looked surprised but shook her head, “No need. Wise people know better than to
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listen to gossip. Explaining too much only breeds more suspicion.”
Mr. Hammond paused, not expecting her indifference, but then realized that for someone of her intellect,
dismissing public opinion was natural.
“Isn't proving them wrong with skills more satisfying?” Mirabella added with a half-smile.
“You just...” he chuckled, shaking his head. He moved to the water cooler, poured her a glass of water, and
changed the subject. “Anyway, about the upcoming BrainSpark Nationals, | have high hopes for you.”
Mirabella accepted the glass, thoughtful for a moment before raising an eyebrow, “I didn’t sign up to compete.”
Mr. Hammond coughed awkwardly, gesturing for her to sit as he explained, “I took the liberty of entering you
into the competition online.”
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