As Millie went to handle the discharge paperwork, she passed by a ward where Nancy called out to her.

“Millie, stop!”

Turning, Millie saw a middle-aged man and woman standing beside Nancy.

Upon noticing Millie’s unwillingness to enter, Nancy’s voice dripped with scorn.

“You don’t dare to come in after doing something wrong? Millie, I really look down upon you.”

Millie’s eyes flicked to Nancy’s injured hand, thinking that she got what she deserved.

Finally, she stepped into the ward. If she wasn’t mistaken, the middle-aged couple were Mr. Fairclough and his wife, whom she recognized from a newspaper.

but laugh. “It’s so funny. You clearly lifted a stone only to drop it on your own foot-or

Had Marcus not intervened, the henchmen under Rhea

to take the blow. What Nancy truly wanted was for Marcus to lay blame on

“You…”

visibly irate at Millie’s audacity to mock

she would

control, Nancy composed herself, adopting a pitiful expression as she turned to

Fairclough,

exchanged glances and

your hand?” Mr. Fairclough asked, his eyes narrowing as he regarded

noted, as if piercing through

with a chair,” Nancy said, lowering her head and speaking in a feeble voice. “She knew well that I’ve been designing jewelry for

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