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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.

prefer not to walk back, head downstairs and join us in

strode away.

her return, Millie made a beeline for the hospital, keen on

familiar yet cold hospital room, her voice, imbued with joy, filled the space. “Grandma, I have a surprise for you. Your favorite

in a convivial mood, engaging in cheerful banter

The scar on your face has truly vanished,” her grandmother commented, coaxing Millie closer with a beckoning gesture and

with her,” Teresa chimed in, a smile dancing

out to caress Millie’s face with her weathered

saves you from the harsh judgment of others. The relief that it brings me is immense. The Thomas family is renowned for its power and stern traditions.

moved. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Promise me you will live for a hundred years.” She then peeled an orgage for the old lady. “Have a piece. I’ve tasted it.