But Marcus merely added a pink box to the collection of gifts.

“Here’s my gift. Happy birthday. You all continue to celebrate. I have some matters to address, so I’ll be departing,” he stated. While he had agreed to attend, he hadn’t committed to staying.

Marcus’ intention to leave flustered Rhea. Yet she quickly composed herself, clasping Marcus’ arm and pleading with a sorrowful gaze.

“Marcus, stay for my birthday wish. I’ve been waiting for you. I want to make the wish with you here, if only for a moment, okay?”

When Rhea seized his arm, Marcus displayed clear discomfort. Sensing his unease, Rhea promptly released him. His dislike for physical contact was well established.

Still, Marcus’ silence was akin to consent. He genuinely felt indebted to the Evans family for past wrongs.

instructing, “Hurry, place the

Rhea prepared herself in the room’s center, ready to make

wish was straightforward: she implored the heavens for Millie’s swift exit so

“I’ve made my wish. Now, it’s time to blow out the

candles, Rhea snatched two wine glasses and hastened to catch up with Marcus, heading for the exit. She

before

quickly took hold of her own glass filled with wine, tilted her head upward, and relished a drink. Marcus had

drug’s potency,

the glass on a nearby table, Marcus cast a glance at the young aristocrats and advised, “Return

can go attend to

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