The next day, Larry indeed sent someone to pick up the medication.


    Miranda handed over the carefully prepared remedies to them. And, just as promised, a deposit appeared in her bank ount. This was something Elian had assured her of before she even came to Virell.


    However, she requested a smaller sum than initially discussed, about half of the original amount. After all, aside from Mr. Ashcroft, the other patients didn''t require her personal attention. Only those with severe conditions needed her special


    care.


    Once Miranda had taken care of these matters, she decided it was high time to explore Virell a bit. She had been here for two days and hadn''t ventured out yet.


    Since she''d be living here for a while, maybe even a long while, she needed to get familiar with the ce. Just as she was about to head out, her phone rang. It was Sebastian.


    "Are you in Virell already?"


    Miranda nodded. "Yeah. Did you make it back to the country?"


    There was a hint of amusement in Sebastian''s voice. "I did."


    "What about the patient you mentioned?"


    "I''ll take you to meet them once I get to Virell."


    "Alright."


    "Wait for me."


    Though puzzled as to why Sebastian felt the need to say this, Miranda simply replied, "Okay."


    "Miranda," he said softly.


    She raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"


    There was a pause before Sebastian said, "No, that''s it."


    "Okay."


    Miranda ended the call. Before she came to Virell, Sebastian had reached out to her, introducing her to a patient.


    Miranda was intrigued by the patient''s condition, so she epted. Besides, something about the illness seemed oddly familiar. Hence, her trip to Virell had a professional angle too.


    After the call ended, Sebastian turned around; behind him was a gory scene of chaos. The expression on his face was a stark contrast to the one he wore during the call.


    His eyes were distant and detached, a sign seemingly disying how numb he''d be towards everything.


    Some things, however, are meant to stay buried, never to see the light of day, like his eyes, hidden behind a pair of sses, never to reveal their true depth.


    He adjusted those sses on his nose. "Clean it up."


    With that, he left the scene.


    Back in Virell, Miranda frowned. "You again?"


    Carter was there, once more. All she wanted was to stroll around town, yet there


    he was. Was he clinging to her like glue or what?


    Carter quickly extended a second


    cup of coffee to Miranda with a sheepish grin. "Well, I don''t have anywhere else to be. Afterst time with those guys, I''m worried about getting jumped. It''s safer sticking with you."


    sto


    Carter had learned about Miranda''s past, and what had happened in Zephra, so


    he was extra considerate towards her.


    To him, Miranda was just like him—a soul in need of more love. Two peas in a pod, really. They were practically meant to be together.


    Miranda wasn''t aware of Carter''s thoughts, and she just noticed how he seemed to havetched onto her. He didn''t even bother to drive his ride-share routes anymore, just hanging around her.


    Oddly enough, she didn''t mind hispany. In fact, she felt a sense of camaraderie.


    He had shown some guts back at the shooting range, standing by her


    side against those bullies.ét


    for him, maybe it wasn''t about


    defying power at all. His family business was clearly international; otherwise, his parents wouldn''t be living abroad.


    "Aren''t you supposed to be doing ride-shares? Not working today?" she asked, taking the coffee from him and sipping it.


    Carter fell into step beside her. "Nah, I was only doing that because I was bored."


    Miranda felt baffled. "And you''re not bored anymore?"


    Carter chuckled, not answering directly. Truth was, he found being around Miranda a lot more entertaining.