When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Mindy only asked Miranda to contact Sam because the two of them already knew each other.

Back when Lionel’s wallet was stolen at the train station, Miranda had introduced Sam to them. She called him “Mr. Cooper” and explained that he was a friend. Later, Sam had even thoughtfully dropped them off at their building.

Mindy had a good impression of Sam from that encounter. So when she learned of his identity the day before, she couldn’t help but marvel at how fate had a way of connecting people.

Miranda simply nodded. “Okay.”

Sam slept in until nine that morning, and the hangover was unpleasant.

He hadn’t indulged in heavy drinking for over half a year. While he hadn’t completely abstained from alcohol, he hadn’t gotten as drunk as he had the previous night in a long time.

After getting up and taking a shower, he called room service to order breakfast. Once he finished eating, he started working. Before he realized it, two hours had passed.

He was just about to stretch his legs when his phone rang. Seeing Miranda’s caller ID on the screen made his heart leap. He quickly grabbed the phone and answered.

“Mi-”

lunch at our place,”

“Sam” stopped him in his tracks. For a moment, he

“Noon, sharp.”

“Okay.”

headed to the

couldn’t resist wandering into the kitchen. Seeing that Lionel had bought her favorite fish filet,

smells amazing… You didn’t

his head. “Nope. Everything’s made just how you like it.

her to help with, Mindy returned to the living room to chat with Aren and Fiona, Nelly sat to the side, occasionally interjecting, though

trying. Her nails were digging into her palms, but she

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arrived at the

here!” Mindy stood up to greet him warmly. Fiona’s face lit up with a smile

greeting, “Grandma, Aunt

the couch. He froze for a moment before addressing

was in a foul mood. Sam furrowed his brow but ultimately said

completely. Lionel had prepared dishes Mindy and Miranda loved, along with ones he had learned from Mindy that Aren and

was cooked with minimal oil and salt to accommodate Fiona’s health, with a lighter flavor profile. Yet even with these constraints, the dishes looked

is all I could manage. Please make do,” Lionel said while removing his apron and