If the satellite signal link was cut, that would explain why her message couldn’t get through. But, usually, they wouldn’t shut down the satellite signal, not even when she messed with her family’s network back in the day.
Mirabella spent ages trying to figure it out, but eventually, she just shut her laptop down, hoping nothing was seriously wrong. With a soft sigh, she lowered her lashes, sat quietly for a bit, and then got up, heading to the wardrobe for a fresh set of pajamas before heading into the bathroom.
*
The next day, Mirabella went to school to cancel her sick leave. Since she had classes in the morning, she skipped the lab. Lisa had also come back to school a few days earlier. When Mirabella first laid eyes on her, she almost didn’t recognize her. “You look…”
The once plump and adorable girl was now as thin as a rail, her face pale, her lips colorless, and she looked utterly drained of energy.
Lisa slouched over her desk, managing a faint smile, “I guess I lost weight without spending a dime!”
Mirabella’s lips twitched slightly, and she shook her head, reaching out to gently hold Lisa’s wrist. “Losing weight like this, aren’t your parents freaking out?”
Lisa let Mirabella hold her wrist, a fleeting sadness crossing her eyes. “They’re too busy to worry about me right now.”
In truth, her coldness about her brother Emmitt’s situation had left her parents deeply disappointed, making them feel she lacked any family loyalty.
Mirabella frowned slightly and let go of Lisa’s hand, looking at her friend’s somber state. She asked, “Have you seen a doctor?”
“No, I’m not a fan of hospitals.” Seeing doctors in white coats always reminded her of Ben, and that conditioned fear kept Lisa away.
“Are you taking any meds?” Mirabella asked again.
Lisa fetched a bottle of water for Mirabella, stifling a few coughs, and reminded herself she hadn’t taken her meds yet. She went to her bed and grabbed a box of medicine from a small bag hanging nearby.
As she was about to take two pills, Mirabella glanced over, stood up, and accidentally bumped Lisa’s hand, causing the pills to tumble to the floor.
“Oops, sorry about that,” Mirabella said, bending down to pick them up.
Lisa just shook her head, unfazed. “No worries.”
Mirabella fiddled with the white pills, “Sorry, they got a bit dirty.”
“It’s cool, I’ve got plenty more,” Lisa assured, showing her the medicine box before taking out another two pills.
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