When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0002

At the dining table, Hansel didn’t seem eased with what had been served for breakfast. “Where’s my pumpkin soup?”

“You mean cream of vegetable soup?”

“Cream of vegetable soup?”

“Yes, I know that Ms. Sutton makes that all the time. It’s the one made with pumpkin, potatoes, onions, and celery, right? Um, I don’t have as much time to prepare all the ingredients for that.

“The pumpkin, potatoes, onions, and garlic have to be roasted and freshly puréed beforehand; it’s best if it’s slow cooked the night before. And then the soup has to be stewed and slowly brought to a simmer over open fire for hours after that..

“I don’t have the same amount of patience that Ms. Sutton has to always be checking on the fire every few minutes. Also, what I make will probably still taste different from what she makes. On top of that

“Bring me some marmalade,” Hansel interrupted.

“Coming right up, Mr. Johnson.”

”

“Why does this taste so different?” Hansel glanced at the bottle packaging The packaging is wrong.”

“That jar is empty now. We only have this brand left.”

“Go and get two jars of the other one at the supermarket, then.”

“It can’t be found anywhere, Mr. Johnson.”

Hansel wasn’t amused, “Why not?”

Martha smiled rather awkwardly. “Ms. Sutton made the marmalade herself. I don’t know how wait, Mr. Johnson! Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast

first?”

“No.”

Martha watched in bewilderment as Hansel stormed up the stairs. Why did he lose his temper all of a sudden?

“Hey, you lazy bum, it’s time to get out of bed!”

Miranda flipped over in bed and didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Shut up. I want to sleep a while longer…”

Winter Jefferson, Miranda’s best friend, had already put on her makeup and was in the midst of choosing a purse to go with her outfit.

“It’s going to be 8:00 am. Don’t you need to rush home to make breakfast for your most beloved Mr. Johnson?”

Miranda used to stay the night at Winter’s place from time to time, but she’d always leave before the crack of dawn to make her usual cream of vegetable soup for Hansel, who was extremely prone to gastric problems.

The mere thought of it had always rendered Winter speechless. Was Hansel paralyzed? Or was he too dumb to order delivery on his own? Why did he have to go and make life difficult for Miranda?

other words, he’d

reluctant to get up from bed. She shook her hand at Winter

long are you planning on staying broken

Miranda didn’t answer her.

I’ve left some breakfast for you on the table. I’m going to work now, and I won’t be back for

up

had left for her and stared at the sun shining outside the windows. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept

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+15. BONUS

with breakfast, she changed her clothes and went straight to the

thing she had to do was cash out the check for 50 million dollars. She wouldn’t be able

to speak to your private banking account manager, please. I’d like to deposit ten

bank manager himself, who offered her a considerable annual

a little bit, and he accepted

and deposited ten million dollars in each of them, managing to get interest rates that were higher than the previous bank she went to each

of three black cards with 30 million dollars‘ worth of savings and 20 million dollars‘ worth

guess this breakup was worth it after all.” She’d become a

signed up for their membership, which was worth 2,000 dollars. She was immediately treated like a VIP and was allowed to cut the queue

others.

down before the mirror and looked at her long brown hair and large curls. This was the first time she hated how

taken such good care of your hair. You look exactly

it. He said he liked how it felt. Every time they had sex, he’d always

had to spend a lot of time grooming herself

cut it short, straighten it, and

wouldn’t stop anyone. from looking like a doll, but she was done being played like

walked out of the hair salon, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her

sale on, so she walked in and

them straight out of the shop. They matched the sport shoes she was wearing today,

outside Bedford College. She watched as the students rode their bicycles in and out of the gates as the sun set in the sky, gradually

“Sol! We’re here!”

suddenly whizzed past Miranda.

of visiting

Solomon Hall said.

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

suddenly snapped out of her reverie. She hurried forward and

to him. He was tongue–tied

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

hospital is she

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

which faculty are you from? Are you alto one of Dr. Young 1

Instead, she turned