Millie, after taking a last glance, exited the ward with her thoughts for company.

At the party, Lois had been a beacon of grace and intellect. Today, she was a shadow of her former self, worn thin by circumstance.

What kind of woman was Leon in search of when he neglected such a treasure?

Was he truly that callous, living detachedly in his self-constructed realm?

Back at the car, Marcus entered but remained stationary. Millie watched him, puzzled. Why the delay in their departure?

Marcus, deep in thought, directed his attention to Millie’s alabaster wrist.

Promise me you won’t

aback. What was he hinting at? But before she could decipher

Leon went to procure Lois’ diagnosis report and made his way to the staircase. He leaned against the door frame, pulling out a

sported stubble,

Lois’ desperate phone call. She had chastised him for his heartlessness and

of effort could melt his frozen heart. She

every aspect, she experienced repeated failures, resulting in her being covered in wounds. She remained oblivious to her true

of cake. Yet, he greeted her impatiently, only showing a flicker of interest at the sight of

say anything to her over the phone. Her sobs echoed over the phone, followed by a

banquet, Lois had been drawn. to Leon, the

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