Chapter 10
“Miss, about those people earlier, should we inform President Lancaster?” William asked respectfully.
William knew quite well who Miranda was. It was no secret to him after Lavinia’s thorough investigation into her background.
Miranda strolled ahead, seemingly unaffected by the recent commotion.
“No need. My affairs are my own; Ms. Lancaster doesn’t need to hear about every little thing.”
She mused that maybe today was not a good day hanging out; otherwise she wouldn’t have had encountered what happened in that boutique.
Orion and Lysander were twins, closest in age to Arabella, and therefore shared a tight bond with her. Both had massive followings at school and online.
Lysander, the younger twin, was a professional gamer with a fiery temper and a sharp tongue. Over the three years Miranda had spent with the Hawke family, Lysander was the one who verbally lashed out at her the
most.
Orion, the elder twin, was still in school but had already been signed by an entertainment company. Even before his official debut, he had released an album and was hailed online as a future superstar.
As for their eldest brother, Dorian, he was already gracing the covers of financial magazines, having become the youngest and wealthiest CEO at Zephra.
Alistair, another highly regarded figure, was a renowned lawyer, admired by all.
And then there was Arabella, who was determined to live a life everyone envied. She fed her vanity by commissioning articles that praised her four brothers, branding them as doting siblings who adored their little sister, making her the cherished princess of the family.
“It’s curious,” William couldn’t help but express his thoughts. “May I ask you something?”
Miranda, in a rare moment of patience, replied, “What is it?”
“Given that you are actually Ms. Hawk, shouldn’t those two be your brothers? Why…” William was confused.
Miranda chuckled, “Why are they so outrageously biased?”
William nodded, baffled by their treatment of Miranda compared to Arabella.
Miranda’s smile was casual. “Maybe there’s some deep–seated grudge.”
William furrowed his brows, perplexed but knowing better than to push further.
Suddenly, Miranda asked, “Do you know where I might find a pharmacy around here? Preferably one that sells herbal remedies.”
William thought for a moment. “There’s a CarePharm nearby that specializes in herbal medicine.”
“Take me there.”
Miranda needed some herbal remedies to help restore her health. During her two years in prison, she had already started to regain her vitality to normal standard through various treatments, but she was far from her previous self as well as skills and needed more time to recover fully.
Besides, she needed a source of income.
“Are you here for a consultation or to pick up some herbs?”
Miranda rattled off a list of herbal names. “I’ll take an ounce of each.”
The assistant was taken aback by the sheer number of items. “Are you stocking up or something?”
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Miranda asked, “How did you guess?”
The assistant looked her over, wondering if she was mentally unwell, before starting to gather the herbs with a face full of skepticism.
William hadn’t anticipated Miranda’s shopping spree, and as he noticed the curious glances from those around them, he rubbed his nose in mild embarrassment. Could Ms. Hawk do anything without making waves?
As they were heading back, Miranda suddenly heard someone call her name.
“Miranda?”
A middle–aged woman, clutching a cloth bag, hurried over.
“Miranda, it really is you! You’re out of prison?”
Miranda looked at her coolly. “What do you want?”
The woman had a sallow complexion and a sharp, shrewd face. “Since you’re out, you should straighten up. It’s your own fault, you know. Thankfully, it didn’t affect my real daughter, or I wouldn’t have let you off!”
She eyed Miranda suspiciously, wondering how she looked healthier and more prettier after two years in prison.
In old days, Miranda always looked gloomy, far cry from the current radiant state, her bare face as stunning as a celebrity’s.
William scowled, wondering who this woman might be?
“You’ve returned to the Hawke family, I see,” she noted, her gaze darting to William, who was carrying her bags. “Looks like you’re doing well.”
Her eyes glinted with cunning as she stepped closer. “Since you’re well off, you must have some extra cash, right? Your brother didn’t get into high school and had to enroll in an expensive private one. You might as well help him out with the fees, it’s not like you can spend much?”
Miranda frowned, “Whether I have money or not is none of your business. If your son needs school fees, why don’t you ask your real daughter? Why come to me? Are you nuts or what?”
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
