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.

couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s so funny. You clearly lifted a stone only to drop it on your own foot-or rather, smash your own hand. In the end, you gained nothing. You must be

the previous night. Had Marcus not intervened, the henchmen under Rhea and Nancy’s command would not

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

“You…”

at Millie’s audacity to mock her,

been others present, she would have leaped

swift control, Nancy composed herself, adopting a pitiful expression

Fairclough, please take a

exchanged glances and

did she hurt your hand?” Mr. Fairclough asked, his eyes narrowing as he

sharp, Millie noted, as

chair,” Nancy said, lowering her head and speaking in a feeble voice. “She knew well that

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