When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0052

In the stillness of the night, a soft murmur sounded from the other end of the line, “Mimi, I’m in pain.” Miranda could detect a slight quiver in Hansel’s voice.

In that instant, she felt an instinctive pang of heartache.

Hansel was a stubborn man with a cutting tongue, and he’d always put on a brave front. He often drank to the point where his stomach bled and worked overtime without taking time to eat or rest.

Back then, Miranda had used to rack her brain for ways to restore Hansel’s health. She’d paid close attention to making him three meals each day. She’d even learned massage techniques from a traditional medicine practitioner.

His stomach issues had finally improved considerably after she’d put in tremendous effort for a long period of time.

Yet, her efforts had often gone unappreciated, with him calling her a bother. Sometimes, he’d even frown impatiently, saying, “Why are your fussing over me like my mother?”

At that moment, memories that Miranda had almost forgotten resurfaced in her mind. The sudden wave of heartache she felt quickly subsided.

She replied, “I’m not a doctor. Go to the hospital if it hurts that much.”

Hansel heard her cold tone, and the blood drained from his face. Nonetheless, he didn’t give up. “I want to drink the soup you make.”

Miranda merely listened quietly without responding. On the other end, Hansel fell silent as well. The call seemed to have turned into a silent

standoff.

the end, Miranda hung up

Chapter 0052

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ear. The nurse thought that he’d fallen asleep. She glanced over

probed, “Mr.

her. Exhausted, he

her phone and

soundly. He thought that it was a prank

he sat up immediately when he heard Miranda’s

soup you made was so delicious. I finished it in a few gulps,

when he could

Hansel could never go back to how they’d been before.

home, receiving IV drip treatment.

time, Ingrid had brought the pumpkin soup she’d personally made for him to

to leave the soup aside and let it cool before he

morning. She placed the soup down and took a seat beside

idea how worried I’ve been these

responding to her. Instead, he asked, “Haven’t you been having any classes recently?” She’d been showing

with a cheeky smile. “I skipped them all. My boyfriend is more important. I wish I could be by your side 24/7, taking care of you and cooking

was slightly

remembered when he’d just started dating Miranda; he’d wanted to take her out on