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

from bed. She shook her hand at Winter and said, “I’m not going

you planning on

Miranda didn’t answer her.

on the table. I’m going to work now, and I won’t be back for dinner because

up

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

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+15. BONUS

with breakfast, she changed

out the check for 50 million dollars. She wouldn’t be able to rest until she

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

spoke to the bank manager himself, who offered her a considerable annual interest

by a little bit, and he accepted

banks 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

as the new owner of three black cards with 30 million dollars‘ worth of savings and 20 million dollars‘ worth

worth it after all.” She’d become a

and went in. She signed up for their membership, which was worth 2,000 dollars.

others.

looked at her long brown hair and large curls. This was the first time she

care of your

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

lot of time grooming herself because of her

cut it

doll was still a toy, no matter how pretty it was. She wouldn’t stop anyone. from looking like a doll, but

feeling like a weight

sale on, so she

They matched the sport shoes she was

the students rode their bicycles in and out of the

“Sol! We’re here!”

man suddenly whizzed past Miranda. “What are all

of visiting Dr.

time,” Solomon Hall

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

snapped out of her reverie. She hurried forward and asked the

to him.

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

is she

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

you from? Are you alto one of Dr. Young

Solomon’s question. Instead, she turned

condo, she still couldn’t calm