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.

stone only to drop it on your own foot-or rather, smash your own hand. In the

events of the previous night. Had Marcus not intervened, the henchmen under Rhea and

wanted was for Marcus to

“You…”

irate at Millie’s audacity to mock her, clenching her

not been others present, she would have leaped

composed herself, adopting a pitiful expression

Fairclough,

Faircloughs exchanged

Fairclough asked, his

sharp, Millie noted, as if piercing through

she who smashed my hand with a chair,” Nancy said, lowering her head and speaking in a feeble voice. “She knew well that

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