Mirabella's gaze softened. A slight frown appeared on her face as she pondered for a few seconds before parting her lips to speak in a subdued tone, "Thanks for your concern, Principal, but I'll handle this myself. There's no need for you to get involved."
Anthony quickly interjected, "No trouble at all, Mirabella. Since this happened on campus, the school stepping in might actually make things a bit smoother."
Students like her, sensible, academically stellar, and not a bother to the school, were a rare find indeed. The idea that she could have collided with someone was something he couldn't take – not even for a million dollars!
He couldn't fathom how that old man could stoop so low as to stage an accident with Mirabella. Despicable!
"No worries, I think the school getting involved might not look so good. I can take care of this issue, you don't have to fret," Mirabella declined Anthony's offer graciously.
She couldn't quite wrap her head around why that old guy had targeted her, of all people. Did she look like easy prey to him?
A cold, mocking smile flickered across Mirabella's mind.
How naive he was!
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Donald suddenly sneezed a mighty sneeze. "Figures, staying in the hospital is no good. Too many germs around," he grumbled, his nose wrinkling in distaste.
He took out his phone, scrolled through his call log, and pressed the number he had dialed 99+ times. And this time, the phone that had gone unanswered before, surprisingly, picked up.
*
After leaving Anthony's office, Mirabella returned to her classroom.
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