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?

words, he’d just been spoiled

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

are you planning on staying broken up this

Miranda didn’t answer her.

be back for dinner because I’ve got a

woke up due

Winter had left for her and stared at the sun shining outside the windows. She couldn’t remember the last

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breakfast, she changed her clothes and went straight to

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

bank next door and said, “I’d like to speak to your private banking account manager, please. I’d like to

Miranda spoke to the bank manager himself, who offered her a considerable annual interest rate. Miranda tried negotiating with

by a little bit,

same tactic, Miranda went to two other banks and deposited ten million dollars in each of them, managing

bank as the new owner of three black cards

was worth it after all.” She’d

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 ahead of

others.

before the mirror and looked at her long brown hair

good care of your hair. You look exactly like a

like this because Hansel liked it. He said he liked how

she always had to spend a lot of

smiled at the hairdresser and said, “Please cut

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

of the hair salon, feeling like a

sale on, so she walked in and bought herself

They matched the sport shoes she

found herself outside Bedford College. She watched as the students rode their bicycles in and out of the gates as the sun set

“Sol! We’re here!”

man suddenly whizzed past Miranda. “What are all of you doing

visiting Dr. Young together,

won’t let so many people in at the same time,” Solomon Hall said.

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

reverie. She hurried forward and asked the students, “Who did you say was sick

at the pretty young lady talking to him. He was tongue–tied for a

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

is

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

way, which faculty are you from? Are you alto one

didn’t answer Solomon’s question. Instead, she