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

her hand at Winter and said, “I’m not going back. We broke

are you planning

Miranda didn’t answer her.

back to sleep, then. I’ve left some breakfast for you on the table. I’m going to work now, and I won’t be back for dinner because I’ve got a date tonight. But you’ll probably be gone by then, so just remember to

up due

and stared at the sun shining outside the windows. She couldn’t

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she changed her clothes and went

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

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

offered her a considerable annual interest rate. Miranda tried negotiating with him

the rate by a little

of them, managing to get interest rates that were higher than the previous bank she went to

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

worth it after all.” She’d become a

walked past an extremely popular hair salon and went in. She 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.

mirror and looked at her long brown hair and large curls. This was

such good care of your hair. You look

liked how it felt. Every time they had sex, he’d always thread his fingers

spend a lot of time grooming herself because

smiled at the hairdresser and said, “Please cut it short, straighten

stop anyone. from looking like a doll, but she was

hair salon, feeling like a weight had

to walk past a clothing boutique that had a sale on, so she walked in and bought herself a

They matched the sport shoes she

and out of

“Sol! We’re here!”

whizzed past Miranda. “What are all of you

of visiting Dr. Young

let so many people in at the same time,” Solomon Hall said. “Here, I’ll just

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

forward and asked the students, “Who did you say was

talking to him. He was

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

hospital is

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

faculty are you from? Are

Instead, she turned around