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

reluctant to get up from bed. She shook her hand at Winter and said, “I’m

are you planning on

Miranda didn’t answer her.

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

Miranda woke up due to

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

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changed her clothes and went

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

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

bank manager himself, who offered her

rate by a little

Miranda went to two other banks and deposited ten million dollars in each of them, managing to get interest rates

as the new owner of three black cards with 30 million dollars‘ worth of

worth it after all.”

was worth 2,000 dollars. She was immediately treated like a VIP and was allowed to cut the queue ahead

others.

hair and large

care of your hair. You look exactly like a

how it felt. Every time they had sex,

always had to spend a lot of time grooming herself because of her

at the hairdresser and said, “Please cut it

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

the hair salon, feeling like a weight had been

a sale on, so she walked in and

They matched the sport shoes she was

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

“Sol! We’re here!”

young man suddenly whizzed past Miranda. “What are

of visiting Dr. Young

in at the same time,” Solomon Hall said.

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

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

lady talking to him. He was tongue–tied for

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

hospital is she

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

you from? Are

answer Solomon’s question. Instead, she turned

she reached Winter’s condo, she