When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Chapter 0547 The familiar surroundings were filled with irony.

Why? Why had he said such things back then? +25 BONUS Looking back now, Hansel felt like he had been under skind of spell. He had indulged his every whim and completely ignored her pain and despair at that time.

In just one year, Miranda returned to studying and embraced a new life, while he was still stuck in this very room. He couldn't get out, nor did he want to.

Hansel gripped the wine glass so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. The deep regret he felt now was comparable to how determined he had been in wanting to break up with Miranda back then.

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Seeing Hansel in this state, Calvin couldn't help but sigh. Since it was useless to try and persuade him, he had no other choice.

"Alright, Hans. I'll drink with you," he said.

Hansel was drunk before long. Calvin drove him back to the mansion. Hansel's eyes were closed throughout the journey, but he kept muttering, "Mimi... Mimi... Don't leave me..." Calvin felt bad for Hansel. He had watched Miranda and Hansel get together and cthis far. How did their relationship end up like this? He hesitated for a moment after helping Hansel to the bedroom. It didn't feel right to leave Hansel alone in this state.

After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and called a number, "Hi, Martha. Have you returned to the estate? Could you cover to the mansion right now?" Martha was at a loss for words. She had just dozed off! After half an hour, she showed up with dark circles under her eyes, looking quite annoyed.

Calvin had already smoked two cigarettes by the tshe arrived. His eyes lit up when he saw her. "Oh, Martha! Thank goodness you're here!" Martha glanced at the bed and felt speechless. "Is he drunk again?" Couldn't he just stop getting himself drunk almost every day? Calvin gave a light cough. "Well, you know... He's in a bad mood, so he drank too much. I'll leave him in your care, then." With that, he quickly made his escape.

Martha called after him, "Wait a minute!" Calvin stopped in his tracks. "Huh?" "There's a trash can in the room." Calvin looked puzzled. “Yes, I know. Why?" 1/2 Chapter 0547 +25 BONUS "Don't toss your cigarette butts on the floor! Are you going to mop this place?" An embarrassed look appeared on Calvin's face. “I'll be more careful next time..." Hansel was completely passed out. After Calvin left, Martha tucked him in bed and muttered under her breath as she went to the kitchen to make shangover remedy.

When she returned, she found Hansel had rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Martha's face darkened.

With a long sigh of resignation, she placed the hangover remedy aside m before dragging Hanse back to bed like a sack of potatoes. After that, she brought over the hangover remedy to feed it to him. Hansel's mouth was clamped shut while Martha tried to feed him the remedy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get him to swallow it.

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She didn't want her hard work of brewing the remedy to be in vain, so vain, so she steeled herself and pinched eled Hansel's cheeks. Finally, his lips parted. Now it was much easier for her to feed him... Martha was an attentive carer. She felt his forehead and noticed it was slightly warm. She quickly went to the bathroom, grabbed a wet towel, and placed it on his forehead.

In a daze, Hansel felt a cooling sensation on his forehead. He struggled to open his eyes buÐ M couldn't He remembered that Miranda would always stay by his side after he chdrunk each time. Overcby longing, he suddenly grabbed the hand that was on his forehead. "Mimi, please... Don't leave me...

I love you..." Martha was shocked.

For goodness sake! No matter how much she tried to pull her hand away, Hansel just wouldn't let go.

She was on the verge of tears. What kind of life was this? She was getting paid a paltry wage as a housekeeper, but she also had to do the work of a therapist? How was this her responsibility? "Mr. Johnson, calm down! I'm Martha, not Ms. Sutton!" she cried.

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