Millie’s response was almost instinctive.

“Didn’t you summon me?”

“When did I…?”

Marcus’ voice trailed off, urgency replacing confusion. He lunged, his hands seizing the porcelain fragments from Millie’s grasp.

“Millie, you’ve shattered the precious porcelain!”

His voice had a winter chill.

Millie’s heart stopped.

her

Which porcelain?

took a mere heartbeat—two seconds of suspended time—for Millie to regain herself, shaking her

didn’t break it. You’ve misunderstood.” Her voice was a plea, a truth

the true value of the porcelain, Millie knew full well the

not the perpetrator, then who is? Why would these shards

head, threatening

back, and a realization washed over Millie: she’d been set

great grandfather’s legacy. It’s a treasure not for its

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