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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.

upon Millie, standing adjacent to the heap of

impulse, she retorted,

regret her words. “So you admit your

a confession, a direct acceptance of guilt. Although a shock momentarily held her captive, Millie

protested. “But I think I can shine a

were compelled to approach

where an unanticipated sight met

had beckoned her to the study, was surreptitiously concealed behind the

directly

“Mae, step forth.”