Please show her the way to the reception room.”

“Understood, Miranda.”

At the reception room

There was a woman sporting a Light-purple dress, leaning into the window, and overlooking the city, bustling with activity.

As soon as she heard the sound coming from a pair of high heels approaching, she turned around to check who it was. At that moment, the door suddenly flung open and Miranda entered the room, a woman she hadn’t seen for the past three years.

Wearing a creamy white office suit, there she was, standing by the doorway. Soon enough, their eyes met. The businesswoman looked as composed just as she would always be while Debbie, on the other hand, became a bit more mature than she was in the past, with a tinge of a forbidding look in her eyes. That being said, the moment she laid her eyes on Miranda, the expression she was wearing instantly eased up and she greeted her, “Aunt Miranda…”

way!” Miranda shifted her gaze away from her

well what she had meant by that. With a deep breath, she went straight to the point right

Miranda, I came here to talk about the

into the room carrying a cup of coffee. Upon placing it on the table in front of Miranda, she left

coffee, Miranda asked casually, “What

up on this, Aunt Miranda. Carlos is suffering from memory loss and James is

on her

she replied, “I thought I already told you to stop calling me Aunt Miranda. Let me remind you that we’re not that close. When you left Alorith three years ago, you left without even saying a word. And

you ashamed

long and hard about how Miranda might treat

such a cold and unpleasant response from the older Lady, knowing

in another deep breath, she tried her best to hold everything,

understand that you might be taking this the wrong way. But I promise that I can explain myself for the

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