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.

it on your own foot-or rather, smash your own hand. In the end, you gained nothing. You must

the previous night. Had Marcus not intervened,

rushed forward to take the blow. What Nancy truly wanted was for Marcus

“You…”

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

others present, she would have leaped out of bed

a pitiful expression as she

Mrs. Fairclough, please take a

exchanged glances

she hurt your hand?” Mr. Fairclough asked, his

were sharp, Millie noted, as

her head and speaking in a feeble voice. “She

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