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Marcus pivoted, straightening his back to shield Millie’s view, and then raised his right wrist to touch his sleeve.

In truth, he already knew beforehand that the button was missing.

The button didn’t disappear during their fall down the cliff. As a matter of fact, before he ventured to the orchard to search for Millie, he noticed the button’s absence.

Last night, after some contemplation, he surmised he might have left it in Millie’s room or on her bed. He had slept in his shirt that night.

Marcus scanned the surroundings but found no button on the floor. The bed was now tidy, making it impossible to spot.

Observing Millie’s vigilant expression, he deduced that she hadn’t discovered the button belonged to him.

“Nothing. If you prefer not to walk

his heels and strode away. Frowning, Millie

beeline for the hospital, keen on visiting

she entered the familiar yet cold hospital room, her voice, imbued with joy, filled the space. “Grandma, I have a surprise

mood, engaging in cheerful banter with Teresa

face has truly vanished,” her grandmother commented, coaxing Millie closer

I shared the news of your recovery with her,” Teresa chimed in, a smile dancing

out to caress Millie’s face with her weathered hand, her eyes

the harsh judgment of others. The relief that it brings me is immense. The Thomas family

will live for a hundred years.” She then peeled an orgage for the old