A Film Queen

Film Queen of Two Worlds

Chapter 297 He Wouldn’t Leave

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Milly beheld the weary visage of Jordan and gently diverted the conversation, “Jordan, I’m alright. You should rest for a while.”

Jordan hesitated. “No, I’m not tired. I’ll stay with you a bit longer.”

Yet, his exhaustion was undeniable. Milly suppressed the tears in her gaze and playfully chided, “Jordan, go rest. Your eyes are red from lack of sleep. If I wake up and find you bedridden, I’ll have to tend to you while I’m ill. Do you think you can manage that?”

And if the paparazzi see you like this, they might think our family is in “turmoil.”

“But … ”

“Jordan, if you don’t rest, then neither will I.

In the end, Jordan relented, gently tousling her hair. “Alright, I’ll rest now and come back later.”

“I’ve arranged for two caregivers; they’ll be here soon. If you need anything, just let them know.”

Milly finally smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

Still, Jordan remained uneasy. After a few more words, he turned to leave. As he did, his gaze fell upon Xavier, who appeared equally fatigued. His expression darkened slightly, and he spoke with a hint of resentment. “You come with me too.

Xavier bit his lip, his eyes filled with indescribable sorrow as he looked at Jordan with a faint plea, “Jordan, I don’t want to leave…”

Milly rolled her eyes. Stephanie was nowhere in sight, and the pretense of familial bonds seemed hollow.

Milly’s aversion to Xavier’s presence, forcibly grabbed Xavier by the collar, ignoring his protests, and dragged him out. Once Xavier was gone,

much

in the IV drip, it was unsure, but Milly slept for an entire day. She vaguely sensed visitors, perhaps Jonathan and Anthony, their voices

her eyes, she yawned

evening. The room was dim

was

a

two elderly women as nurses. The figure before her was at least six

could it be? A burglar, perhaps?

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to disturb her fragile state.

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shut her eyes, contemplating her options. Her body still bore the marks of recent injury, her hand wrapped in a bandage, rendering confrontation

to

settling by her bedside. Gently, he reached

sorry,” came a

It was Xavier!

response. In that moment, she would have preferred the company of a thief. Irritation prickled within her at his sudden appearance. Hadn’t Jordan taken him away? How had he returned, like an apparition refusing to

such a apology. It felt unfamiliar, but the wounds inflicted remained. A late apology was useless.

wakefulness. His voice strained with emotion as he continued, “Milly, I apologise. I regret leaving you when you were injured. I regret how I treated you before. You’re

your heart to forgive me and accept me as your brother again, I promise to be kind to you and shield you

voice trembled

a surge of confusion at his words. What was Xavier hoping to achieve? There was no one else present; was he seeking to

recall saying that if I ever called you my sister again, I’d

pondered this, her thoughts

“Haha!”