Classic Novel
Chapter 7
Mandy snapped back to reality, vigorously shaking her head. “No, my mom hasn’t been taking any other medications.” She thought she was going out of her mind. If the doctors were at their wits end, where on earth did that brat get her hands on a cure?
The doctor, hearing this, quipped with a chuckle, “Well, that’s quite the miracle, isn’t it?”
Mandy managed a weak smile, her mind already set on getting a full check–up for Catherine once they got her back to Ashford.
By the time Mirabella reached Ashford, it was 10 p.m. She stepped off the plane, and her phone immediately flooded with a barrage of texts and Messenger alerts. Before she could even glance at them, her phone started to ring. It’s an unknown number.
Her finger hesitated for a moment before she pressed the answer button, and a young, unfamiliar male voice came through. The caller was none other than Emmitt, her blood brother.
Although Mirabella was a bit surprised that Emmitt would be at the airport, she quickly remembered sending a message to her grandmother, Catherine, before boarding. Without much inquiry, she replied casually. “I’ll be out in five minutes.”
After hanging up, Mirabella slid her phone into her pocket nonchalantly and followed the airport signs towards baggage claim. She breezed through the exit with her luggage in tow. Her gaze scanned the crowd waiting at the arrivals hall. Her eyes finally locked onto a tall, young man who was busy on the phone.
Adjusting the strap of her backpack, Mirabella made her way toward him, pulling her suitcase behind her.
A few months back, when her biological parents had come to claim her, they had shown her photos of her four brothers. With her strong memory and the Davis family’s distinct genetics, she recognized him almost instantly.
Emmitt ended his call wondering if his never–before–met sister should have appeared by now, and scrolled through his phone to find a picture of her he’d saved on Messenger. Just as he lifted his head, ready to match the face to the photo, he saw a young girl already standing in front of him.
She was dressed in a crisp white tracksuit, with a black backpack slung over her left shoulder and a modestly sized suitcase in her right hand. Her face was bare and radiant, her features strikingly beautiful, and at that moment, her clear, bright eyes were fixed on him without a hint of shyness.
Emmitt paused, glanced down at the photo on his phone, and could vaguely make out the resemblance in their features, but he still asked uncertainly. “Mira?”
Mirabella nodded, her response coming out in a drawn–out, “Yeah.”
Scratching his head, Emmitt’s handsome face wore an expression of disbelief. “You look… kinda different from your picture.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
Mirabella’s eyebrows arched slightly. Being quite tall, she easily caught a glimpse of the photo on Emmitt’s phone. The girl in the photo had braids dangling over her chest, and cheeks blushed to an exaggerated bloom, complete with a cliché peace sign pose – a quintessential country bumpkin look.
Mirabella felt a twitch at her temple, remembering the old selfie she had carelessly picked out from the phone when Emmitt added her on Messenger and asked for a photo. No wonder Emmitt looked so taken aback by the comparison. Clearing her throat, Mirabella replied without batting an eye, “Guess I’m just not photogenic?”
Emmitt’s gaze fell once again upon her overly pretty face, grimacing involuntarily.