All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Your Ex-Wife Is Absolutely Killing It in the Research World!: Chapter 891 - Chapter 900

In the end, Miranda gave a brief reply. “Okay. I’ll come.”When she arrived at Leo’s house, the comforting smell of home-cooked food drifted through the air, mingling with the sound of children laughing. The whole place felt warm and welcoming. In the living room, the two girls were lying on the rug, focused on a puzzle spread out in front of them.“Mom, you’re here!” Mia jumped up and ran to hug her.Leo stepped out of the kitchen, still wearing an apron around his waist. “Perfect timing. Go wash your hands. Dinner is ready.”Miranda froze for a second. He was cooking?She walked to the kitchen doorway. “Did your housekeeper take the night off?”“No,” Leo replied lightly. “I gave her the evening off. I wanted to cook tonight myself.” He smiled. “If it’s not great, go easy on me.”Miranda inhaled the rich aroma drifting from the table and couldn’t help smiling. “It smells amazing already. Thank you.”He had picked up Mia and cooked dinner. She genuinely felt a little guilty for

The next day, Miranda stayed home to rest and spend time with Mia. In the afternoon, she called Mrs. Gibson Sr. to let her know she would bring Mia over for dinner that evening. Mrs. Gibson Sr. sounded delighted.“That’s very thoughtful of you. Come over. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” Mrs. Gibson Sr. said warmly.By three o’clock, Miranda had already bought some gifts and headed over early with Mia. A housekeeper opened the door and greeted her with a smile. “Ms. Stone, welcome. Please come in.”“Great-Grandma, we’re here!” Mia called out as she skipped into the living room like a little butterfly.Mrs. Gibson Sr. was sitting on the sofa watching the news. When she heard Mia’s voice, her face lit up. “Is that my little Mia? Come here.”Mia ran straight into her arms and hugged her tightly. “Great-Grandma, it’s me.”“Oh my, you’ve grown taller again.” Mrs. Gibson Sr. measured her lightly with her hand and affectionately ruffled her hair. When she looked up and saw Mirand

Or had Eugene simply recorded the case because it was such a rare and challenging disease?As a researcher, Miranda knew she would naturally be drawn to a case like that. A rare, high-risk condition was the kind of problem that demanded attention.She rubbed her temples and was about to close the file when a thought flashed through her mind, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. She frantically flipped back through the pages until her eyes landed on a detailed report from a Danesian doctor. Three words were underlined in thick, bold strokes: “Hereditary in nature.”Miranda’s breath came sharp and uneven. She clutched at the fabric over her chest as the word echoed in her mind.“Hereditary,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Eugene’s notebook had mentioned it too.A painful realization pressed against her ribs.Had Eugene documented Susan’s illness not only because of the disease itself, but because of its genetic implications? Had he been worried about Mia too?“Mom, l

The moment Sienna finished speaking, Mrs. Gibson Sr.’s expression darkened.“Sienna, eat your dinner. Mia is right here!”Sienna looked up at Mia, who was watching her with wide eyes. She lowered her head sheepishly to continue eating, though a defiant pout remained on her face. She hadn't noticed Mia was listening, but she still felt stifled.“They’ve been divorced for two years,” she grumbled internally. “Why is it still a forbidden topic in this house?”It wasn't as if getting a divorce was a crime, yet Mrs. Gibson Sr., Susan, and even Felix reacted as if she were committing some unspeakable offense whenever it was mentioned.Miranda calmly placed some food into Mia’s bowl and said gently, “Grandma, let’s eat.”Mrs. Gibson Sr. was still upset, but she was relieved to see Miranda unaffected. That, however, only confirmed one thing. Miranda truly no longer cared about Felix’s affairs.Under the warm lights, Miranda’s thoughts were untouched by the awkward family tension. What s

Neon lights blurred past the car window. Miranda watched Mia through the rearview mirror. She had fallen asleep the moment they got into the car.Something inside Miranda tightened.In her eyes, Mia’s health and future suddenly felt unbearably fragile, as if the single word “hereditary” could shatter everything at any moment.Ever since Mia was born, Miranda had been careful to the point of anxiety. A slight fever or small cough would keep her awake all night. During vaccinations, when Mia cried until her voice went hoarse, Miranda would ache for days afterward.It was something she couldn’t control. Whenever it involved Mia, she panicked. Her mind always spiraled to the worst possibilities. Even knowing the vaccines were meant to protect her didn’t stop the fear.After parking the car and settling Mia into bed, Miranda told Mrs. Young not to disturb her. She needed to work for a while.She closed the study door, turned on her computer, and opened Susan’s file.Her fingertips fe