Chapter 9 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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“Mirabella Bennett.” She answered confidently.

“Give me your number.” Romeo handed her his phone to input her number.

Mirabella understood his meaning when she took the blank check. If anything happened to Phillip later, she would be responsible. Leaving her contact information was for future convenience.

She took his phone, her slender fingers lightly tapping the screen to enter a string of numbers. Then she looked up, her beautiful face glowing like a star, and handed the phone back to him..

“The old man’s had multiple chest surgeries. So early post-op, his breastbone might be a bit loose and healing could be tough. His left leg might also swell and hurt because of the extracorporeal circulation and repeated catheterization. All of this is par for the course.” Mirabella said.

She didn’t want them to come blaming her skills later.

Romeo studied the girl’s face intently, his voice deep, “And how do we relieve the pain?”

Mirabella glanced at the seven or eight cardiologists behind him, “These minor issues? They can handle them just fine., Dr. Pierce, If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way.”

“Mm, okay.” Dr. Pierce said.

After changing out of her scrubs in the locker room, Mirabella put on a baseball cap, slung on her backpack and got ready to leave.

“Mirabella!” Caden caught up with her in the long hospital corridor, “Is your right hand okay? I’ve been wanting to ask since earlier. What’s wrong with your.right hand? Why were you operating with your left hand today?”

Unless something was up, a righty wouldn’t operate with their left hand.

“I’m fine.” Mirabella moved her slightly painful wrist nonchalantly, “Just punched someone a bit too hard last night.”

Caden looked at her with a complicated expression, “So, you’re also a fighter.”

What kind of person was she, really? Able to easily get rare drugs, perform surgeries, and even throw a punch.

“Which hand do you usually use, left or right? And when you do surgeries, which hand do you operate with?” He was genuinely curious.

“I can use both.” Mirabella said.

“Are you even real?” The guy was in shock.

Just then, an elderly man rushed in, shouting, “Move aside, move aside. Hey, Bella, what are you doing here?”

Mirabella’s eyes were bright and clear, somewhat surprised at the sight of the man, “Grandpa James?”

“Mirabella, were you also invited by Mr. McMillian to perform surgery on Phillip? Don’t know if I’ll get a chance to assist you?” James asked.

“I’ve already finished.” Mirabella said.

“What? Already finished?” James asked. He had just encountered a traffic jam on the way and rushed here, panting. But the surgery was already done!

“You did it all by yourself?” James asked, still panting.

“And him.” Mirabella said.

James followed her gaze to the man standing next to her, surprised, “You, why are you here?”

“Grandpa.” Caden replied helplessly, “This is where I work.”

Indeed, grandpa had forgotten. But the usually eccentric and arrogant grandpa was actually being polite and even flattering in front of a young woman!

Caden was shocked! Who was this Bella? Apart from her remarkable medical skills, what was her identity that made his grandpa respect her so much?

“Kid, being Bella’s assistant is your good fortune!” James said.

An assistant. His good fortune? Was his grandpa out of his mind?

Despite the girl’s impressive medical skills, it wasn’t that over the top.

“Did you check on Grannie Grace in room 301?” James asked casually.

“I visit her every day.” Caden had to say, “Grandpa, I’m busy.”

He couldn’t possibly spend 24 hours a day around Grannie Grace!

“You don’t care enough, you really don’t! Bella, wait a sec, I need to school him a bit!” James unceremoniously raised his hand to hit his shoulder, “You, do you think I’m not strict enough.”

“Grandpa, this is a hospital, noise is prohibited.” Caden said.

“You, stop running. You think I can’t catch you? I just ran two miles!” James said.

Ten minutes later.

A luxurious Rolls-Royce drove into the gate of Reflections Villa. With 33 luxurious private villas built by the lake, it was a sight of extreme opulence. The car drove through a spacious green path and stopped in front of a villa.

A couple had been waiting at the gate, and seeing the car driven by Aiden, they stared at each other in surprise. “What’s going on?” Kenneth asked first.

Why was the car like this? Where was his precious daughter?? Was she okay?

The sight of the driver getting out of the car shocked Louisa, who looked at Aiden in disbelief, “Aiden, your glasses, your clothes. Did you have a car accident on the way? Where is Mirabella? Is she okay?”

With that, the couple quickly looked towards the back seat.

“Ms. Bennett is fine, I was rear-ended by a truck on the way.” tTe driver hurriedly opened the door and said respectfully, “Miss, we’re home!”

Mirabella lifted her eyes, colliding with the gazes outside the car. Louisa was beautiful when she was young, more so than any female star at the time. Now at fifty, her aura was even more gentle and dignified. When she saw Mirabella, she couldn’t help but tear up. “You’re Bella? My beloved daughter.”

Mirabella had just stepped out of the car when she was immediately embraced by Louisa, “I finally found you!”

The sudden embrace made Mirabella a bit uncomfortable, but it also gave her a sense of warmth.

“Let me have a good look at you.” Louisa caressed Mirabella’s face. The girl had very good features and a delicate skin. She asked lovingly, tears in her eyes, “How have you been in the Melton family all these years?”

“I’ve been good.” Mirabella said.

These simple words made two drops of tear fall from Louisa’s eyes. As long as she had been well and not bullied, that was enough.

“We should be happy that our daughter is home.” The speaker was Kenneth, his eyes also a bit red, “Let’s talk inside, don’t let our precious girl stand outside.”

“Yes, Bella, come in.” Louisa took the backpack from Mirabella’s hand and handed it to Kenneth.

Kenneth took the bag, which had no brand logo, and looked at Mirabella’s back. He couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart. How had their daughter been all these years? She was already a young lady, but why was she still carrying such a plain bag? Not even a single piece of designer clothes?

“Bella, from now on, this is your home.” Louisa led Mirabella by the hand into the villa.

The garden was full of exotic flowers and plants, costly plants like the Sleeping Fire Lotus and Juliet Roses could be seen everywhere.

Thirty servants stood in the middle of the garden, there were housekeepers, drivers, guards, chefs, gardeners, maids, and bodyguards. They all bowed in unison, “Welcome home, Ms. Bennett!”

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