When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0782

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Paul lowered his eyes, staring intently at the empty beer can as if it were adorned with flowers. His tone seemed casual as he asked, “Did you have fun at the Garrisons today?”

Miranda nodded and replied honestly, “Grandma prepared a table full of delicious dishes for lunch, followed by all sorts of desserts and snacks in the afternoon. After eating, we went fishing and picked mulberries from the orchard, Originally, we even planned to visit an art exhibition…”

Paul’s expression didn’t change as he probed further. “Sam was with you too?”

“Yeah.” Miranda nodded again.

Paul’s lips tightened, and at some point, his hand under the table had clenched into a fist. After a moment, his voice, which was hoarse with strain, broke the silence again. “And what do you think of… Sam?”

Miranda thought for a moment before replying, “I didn’t have a good impression of him before, but now… I think he’s actually pretty good.”

If nothing else, his attentiveness and care toward their grandparents even surpassed his own mother, Nelly.

Paul’s breath hitched. A dull ache gripped his chest, and for a moment, he felt as though he couldn’t breathe. His reddened eyes betrayed his turmoil as he prepared to ask the question he dreaded. Had she decided to accept him?

But Miranda interrupted his spiraling thoughts with an additional comment, “He’s also a pretty decent cousin.”

Paul froze, his eyes wide with

Didn’t I tell you?” Miranda’s tone was casual, but Paul was

shook his

me. I’ve been so busy with the competition project lately, and I didn’t get a

Mindy, had reconnected with the Garrison family.

process this new information, but

Miranda chuckled. “Why, is there a

She might not have

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didn’t ask her

in his eyes suddenly burned bright, tinged with a barely

Jefferson, are you happy?”

your

found her biological parents, you reunited with grandparents, and now you’ve got a

help but notice Paul’s earlier melancholy had been replaced with sudden

happy

was

Jefferson, what are you…”