Chapter 611

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She glanced at Autumn, her thoughts whispering, "The sister you fancy is right in front of you."

Beside her, Zach cleared his throat and turned, momentarily setting aside his earlier irritation. He looked at Autumn and asked, "So, who did you say you liked?"

Zach was well aware of the sister accompanying Leo on the live stream, having tuned in himself.

Still feeling the sting of earlier awkwardness and mindful of the implications behind Delilah's invitation, Autumn wasn't inclined to answer Zach and remained silent.

Zach didn't seem to mind her silence. He just arched an eyebrow and teased, "Do you know who the masked girl on the show was?"

At his words, Mirabella's hand landed on Zach's shoulder. With a sidelong glance, she said, "Zach, feeling cocky again, are we?"

Zach offered a sheepish smile and clamped his mouth shut. He had been mistaken; there were indeed three titans in the household.

Autumn, puzzled, finally spoke up, "What did you mean by that? Do you know her?"

Mirabella turned to look at Autumn, a smile playing on her lips. "No, he doesn't know her," she said, before pulling out her phone and sending a quick message on Messenger, telling the little princess she'd be home late.

Zach's lips twitched in annoyance.

Autumn, taking the hint, didn't press further and checked her own phone.

Patting Zach on the shoulder as a cue to play host, Mirabella stood up and headed upstairs.

Passing by Nick's room, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Hesitating for a moment, she knocked.

"Come in," came a voice from inside.

Mirabella pushed the door open and saw Nick, glasses perched on his nose, seated at his desk, fingers poised over the keyboard, likely immersed in writing something.

Nick saved his document, closed it, and returned to the desktop before taking off his glasses and looking up at Mirabella. "You're back, Mirabella."

Preferring solitude, Nick had stayed in his room since the guests had arrived. Mirabella approached and settled into a nearby armchair. "Busy, Nick?"

He glanced at his computer screen before responding, "Not really, just catching up on some overdue academic papers."

She nodded in understanding.

"By the way, the acupuncture you did for me this morning was quite effective. Your technique seems different from the norm," observed Nick, who was a medical student himself and could sense the subtleties.

Lazily swinging her legs, Mirabella replied, "Alternative medicine is all about technique. Even if you target the same points, different methods will yield slightly different results."

"That makes sense. With your insight, are you planning to specialize in alternative medicine?" Nick inquired, curious.

"No, I might go into biological research," Mirabella shook her head.

For her, alternative medicine was a field she had already thoroughly explored. It was time to learn something new.

Nick was somewhat surprised. It was rare for women to choose a career in scientific research, which could be both tedious and fraught with risk. Without talent and strong mental fortitude, it was a challenging path.

Catching the shift in Nick's gaze, Mirabella suggested, "How about I do a session of psychotherapy for you tonight?"

Nick was silent for a few moments before replying, "It's just chronic insomnia. I don't need psychotherapy."

Reading his reluctance, Mirabella didn't press the issue, instead changing the subject. "Speaking of which, I overheard you guys talking about Chester. What kind of health issues has he developed?"