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…

You should’ve made this decision a long time ago! Don’t you dare lie to me. I’ll

her when she’d visited Christine at the hospital. Still, she found it hard to believe now that her assumption

thought to herself. “What have you done to

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for sure that I’ll pass the admission exam. You shouldn’t…” Her voice trailed

it as long as you put your heart into it. I know best how capable

would I?” Miranda was

and Paul…

from the balcony. “Dr.

You and Miranda should have

when she heard that idea. Even Paul had a complicated look on

wasn’t that Miranda didn’t appreciate the gesture, but she was worried that Christine would

throat awkwardly. Clearly, she knew she wasn’t the most skilled in terms of cooking. However, she had to uphold her dignity in

it over, saying, “That works too. I’m still

an apron and entered

sleeves and followed

the two of them, and

fridge was filled with fresh cooking ingredients. Since Christine had just been discharged from the hospital and was still