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With a gesture that carried the weight of his final wishes, his great grandfather’s trembling hand directed towards Marcus. His parting words were etched in that moment, a prophecy that this young boy held the potential to achieve remarkable greatness in the times to come.

Though many years had elapsed since his great grandfather’s departure from this world, his plea resonated through time. He implored those who remained to safeguard the porcelain, a tangible link to a cherished past and an unwritten promise for the future.

Millie felt the weight of Marcus’ anguish. But his accusations and the tangible proof of the porcelain debris left her grasping for some semblance of defense. She looked around desperately, half-hoping for a camera that might have caught the real culprit.

Marcus scoffed.

“Is it a daily mission of yours, Millie, to brew storms?”

Upon observing that Millie’s attention seemed scattered, her gaze darting in search of an escape from the intensity of the situation, Marcus’ anger surged to greater heights.

he stepped into the room, his eyes fell upon Millie, standing adjacent to the heap of shattered fragments. In the absence of any other plausible culprit, suspicion could

increasing ire in his tone. On impulse, she retorted, “It’s just porcelain. I can buy another. Why this tempest over

sharp intake of breath made her regret her words. “So you admit

would interpret her words as a confession, a direct acceptance of guilt. Although a shock momentarily held her captive, Millie swiftly regained her composure and vehemently shook

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were compelled to approach the

gaze shifted towards the door, where an

study, was surreptitiously concealed behind the door’s frame,

pointed directly

“Mae, step forth.”