Babel Novel
Chapter 75
Collins had been hustling in the entertainment industry for well over a decade, clawing his way to the top until he became one of the most sought–after agents around. His knack for reading a room and picking up on subtle cues was
second to none.
At the moment, Leo’s sister was smiling, but to Collins, it felt like there was a chill behind that smile. He was about to nod and say yes, but for some reason, he diverted, “No, something came up at the office. That movie he shot abroad needs some final touches, so he headed straight to the company after landing.”
He paused before adding, “Leo knew you were coming home. He made a point of asking me to drop off this gift and said he’d swing by as soon as he’s wrapped up at work.”
Mirabella’s smile twitched slightly as she replied in a cool tone, “Gol it, thanks.”
Scratching his head, Collins couldn’t help but ask. “I’m heading back to the office soon. Is there anything you want me to pass on to Leo?”
Mirabella was already turning to enter the house when his question reached her. She glanced at the kitchen, then turned her gaze back to him, “Well if it’s not too much trouble, let him know Mom picked up a bunch of his favorite groceries this morning.”
Collins stood dumbfounded for a moment. By the time he found his words. Mirabella had already closed the door behind her. After a moment, the smile faded from his face, replaced by a look of worry. He let out a sigh and walked back toward the elevator.
Delilah stepped out of the kitchen, with spatula in hand, her cheerful expression faltering when she saw only her daughter, “Who was that ringing the doorbell just now, honey? Wasn’t that your brother?” Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
“It was his agent,” Mirabella replied, placing the paper bags on the side cabinet.
Delilah’s face fell slightly. “So. Leo’s not coming today?”
Mirabella glanced at her, “His agent said he had some company matters to deal with.”
“Alright then,” Delilah sighed, heading back to the kitchen, muttering with a hint of irritation, “I should have objected when he wanted to get into showbiz. He never gets a break. His sister comes home after so long, and work still keeps him away.”
Mirabella just offered a mysterious smile in response.
Meanwhile, Collins didn’t head back to the office after leaving the Davis residence. Instead, he drove to an upscale villa community in the city center. After swiping his card at the gate and entering the villa, he placed his keys on the console table, switched into clean shoes, and went upstairs with a glass of water.”
“I saw your sister at your place today. She’s quite a looker, very much like you,” Collins began as he entered the master bedroom, speaking to the person lying in bed. The figure in the bed didn’t stir, lying as still as if asleep.
With a sigh, Collins approached the bedside, flicked on the lamp, and said, “Your sister seemed like she really hoped you’d come to see her. She even had me pass on a message before I left.”
At that, the person who had been motionless in the bed suddenly threw back the covers, revealing a face that bore a striking resemblance to Mirabella’s.
Leo’s hair was a mess, and his handsome face bore the unkempt despondency of neglect. He glared at Collins with a dark and fierce gaze, his voice sharp and bitter, “Can you not? Why are you telling me all this? You know exactly what I’m going through right now…”
Leo stopped mid–sentence, his lips curling into a mocking sneer, his voice deflating, “Just get out, and don’t bother coming back.”