When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Chapter 0189 Chapter 0189 +25 BONUS Winter sneered, “Talk about a petty person getting her way. She even smells like a bitch.” "You shouldn't have stoppedearlier." She had only used a fraction of her strength-if things had really escalated, that old witch wouldn't have stood a chance.

Recalling Ingrid's sour expression as she left, Miranda couldn't help but chuckle and quickly reassured Winter, "Alright, alright. Don't be upset. It's not worth it "They're just two irrelevant people; getting angry over them isn't worth ruining your health." Winter nodded. "Exactly! But if this happens again, I'm definitely throwing hands." Her Mimi was mild-tempered, so if something needed handling, she'd do it herself. She could fight.

"I got it already." Miranda laughed. "You've had a scare today; it's my treat. What do you want to eat?" Winter slung her arm around Miranda's shoulders. “I was waiting for you to say out for a feast." "Hmm? Isn't that my line?" "Who says it doesn't matter, as long as the idea's there.

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that! Let's go, I'll take y In the car, Evelyn held onto the pregnancy report. Thinking of how the doctor had said Ingrid's pregnancy was progressing well, she couldn't stop smiling.

Seeing Evelyn's expression, Ingrid felt more at ease. Today was her first tmeeting Evelyn.

When she was with Hansel, he never spoke about his family. She only knew that he cfrom a wealthy background and had a sister.

After Hansel abruptly broke things off, Ingrid tried every possible way to contact him, but every attempt fell flat. With Hansel's firm stance, Ingrid grew desperate. She got Evelyn's phone number after sdigging and called her to reveal her pregnancy.

So far, Evelyn seemed pleased with her and the baby she was carrying.

Meanwhile, Ingrid had cprepared to make a good impression on her future mother-in-law. She took a deep breath and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift box.

Ingrid flashed a sweet smile, looking very obedient. This is a gift for you since it's our first meeting, Mrs. Johnson. It's nothing expensive, but it represents my heartfelt intentions. I hope you like it." Evelyn thought to herself, "My, she even brought a gift. She's already more considerate than Miranda." Then she said to Ingrid, "You prepared this yourself? That's very thoughtful- But as she opened the box, her words trailed off. Inside the beautifully wrapped blue gift box was just a scarf. Dapter 0189 +25 BONUS Not just any scarf-it was hand-knitted, with uneven stitches that could only be described as poor craftsmanship. "My... did you knit this yourself?" Ingrid nodded eagerly. "Yes, I made it myself. Do you like it?" Evelyn simply couldn't bring herself to say she liked it. She put the lid back on, forcing a smile while internally cringing. It was so ugly! In the past, whenever Miranda brought her gifts during holidays, even the least impressive ones were Hermès scarves. They weren't overly expensive, but at least they were tasteful.

This, however, was on another level of dreadful.

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As far as Evelyn knew, Ingrid already had access to Hansel's om supplementary credit card, so she wasn't short on money. How could she have brought this shabby thing as a gift? "Mrs. Johnson, do you... not like it?" Ingrid asked cautiously. "I always believed that something made by hand carries more sincerity compare

It was her first tmeeting Hansel's family, and she figured that ng m store-bought gift could to something she made herself. Hence, she knitted a scarf However, judging by her future mother-in-law's expression, it didn't seem to be a hit.

As she was reminded that Ingrid was carrying her precious grandson, Evelyn forced herself to respond forced kindly, "No, no, you're right. A handmade gift shows more thought.

It does makehappy." Ingrid finally relaxed. "If you like it, I'll knit one for you every year." Evelyn was speechless.

ere was no need, really. One was enough to torment her. If there were more of these, she feared she wouldn't able to keep up the act.

When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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