Zach's phone buzzed to life, and he fished it out of his pocket to see Shawn's name flash across the screen. Carefully stepping aside in his slippers, he pressed the answer button and moved to speak privately.
Watching her brother, Mirabella let out a sigh and turned to James with a helpless expression. "Sorry about that."
James cleared his throat, a gentle understanding lighting up his radiant face. "You know, your brother Zach... he's quite the character."
"It's generous of you to speak up for him," Mirabella glanced at James before her gaze wandered around, asking casually, "Where's your grandfather?"
"He's been taken home," James replied softly.
Mirabella nodded in acknowledgment.
"Nikolai called me a couple of days ago and mentioned you treated a patient for him," James said, his clear gaze seemingly touching on the topic by chance.
Mirabella turned back, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, her beautiful eyes revealing an indifferent glint. "It wasn't a charity case."
Remembering Mirabella's miserly nature, James raised an eyebrow. After a brief pause, he added, "Nikolai has organized a luncheon in your honor at Blossom's Eden for tomorrow noon. Will you be attending?"
At the mention of the luncheon, Mirabella's eyebrows knitted slightly. She pondered for a moment and was about to respond when Zach, having finished his call, spun around. When he noticed his sister and that jerk were too close for comfort, his eyes darkened, and he immediately strode over.
Zach pulled Mirabella to the side and stepped in front of her defensively. "It's getting late. We should head home."
Mirabella facepalmed, holding back her words.
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