When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0013

Paul kept quiet. To him, food was merely something he needed to replenish his energy. It didn’t matter how it tasted. “I’m done washing the vegetables.”

Miranda took a glance at them. The washed red bell peppers and lettuce were arranged nicely together. It was evident that Paul was a neat freak.

“What are you smiling at?” Paul seemed puzzled.

Miranda cleared her throat. “It’s nothing. You can leave the rest to me.”

“Sure.” Nodding, Paul wiped his hands dry.

Miranda whipped up a good number of mild dishes. They were all Christine’s favorites and food that she could eat in her condition.

“To think you still remember…” Christine sighed.

After lunch, Miranda took the initiative to tidy up the table. Paul also helped her out on his own accord.

Under the glow of the yellowish light, he seemed taller. From where Miranda stood, his well–defined side profile reminded her of the statues from ancient Romenia with sharp jawlines.

Christine stood by the kitchen door. “Mimi, how did you come to know Paul?”

prized student, while Miranda was the student she favored most. She’d wanted to introduce them to each other all along. She hadn’t expected them to get acquainted before

that moment, a voice came from the doorway, shouting, “Dr. Young,

turned and went to the

you, Dr. Young. I’m Tina Johnson. I visited you at the hospital a while back and consulted you about the

remember you.

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still recovering, so I brought

glanced at the gift basket on the end table. It contained specialty tea, gourmet honey, saffron, and many things. Her

the spot for the

supplements. As for the postgraduate program, I recruit students every year. Competition for the spot is fierce. Whether

said when they’d met in the hospital. She’d said that Tina had a chance and could give it a shot. She’d even encouraged her. But

“Dr. Young, I-

but I have guests. I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll get Wilson to help you carry

clearly wanted Tina to leave, and there was no

gone wrong. As she left, feeling down in the dumps, she accidentally bumped into

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“W–Why

white t–shirt and a tacky apron. She

was surprised to see Tina, too. However, she quickly put on

The latter was proud and squeamish, like any typical young lady from a well–to–do family. However, she wasn’t arrogant to the point of annoyance. Instead, she