When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0012

Christine patted Miranda’s back with a wrinkled yet tender hand. Her heart slowly softened. “Hush, now. You’re already all grown up, yet you’re still a crybaby. How embarrassing is that?”

Paul watched the entire situation quietly. When Christine and Miranda

hugged and made peace with each other, he silently left the living room for the balcony. He was giving them space to have a chat.

Now that Christine had finally reconciled with her student after all these years, she couldn’t help but ask Miranda how she was doing. However, she steered clear of the topic of romance.

Seeing how Miranda had admitted she was wrong, it was clear that the path- or, more precisely, the person she’d chosen–hadn’t been a good choice.

If that were the case, why should Christine rub salt on her wound?

Miranda replied, “… I rented a place near the college. I’ve been revising the syllabus, preparing myself so I can join the postgraduate program under you by the end of the year-”

Christine’s eyes lit up. Surprise overwhelmed her. “Really? Do you really mean that?” She even had to reaffirm what she’d heard.

Nodding, Miranda hummed in acknowledgment. She felt embarrassed to look Christine in the eye.

Years ago, her career path had been nicely laid out before her, yet she’d refused to walk down it. But now she wanted to start over…

long time ago! Don’t you dare lie to me. I’ll take that as a promise! Finally, I won’t be reserving that spot in

Christine might’ve saved a spot for her when she’d visited Christine at the hospital. Still, she found it hard to

herself. “What have you done to

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the admission exam. You shouldn’t…” Her voice trailed off. She hoped

heart into it. I know best how capable you are. That’s unless you flunk the test on purpose to tease this

I?” Miranda

late. You and

from the balcony.

now. You and Miranda should have

that idea. Even Paul

cooking to me.” It wasn’t that Miranda didn’t appreciate the gesture, but she was worried that Christine would set the kitchen on

the most skilled in terms of cooking. However, she had to uphold her dignity

gloss it over, saying, “That works too. I’m still recovering from my illness. Perhaps I

an apron and entered

up his sleeves and followed her. “I’ll

between the two of them, and her grin

fresh cooking ingredients. Since Christine had just been discharged from the hospital and was still recovering, Miranda planned to