“Are you truly planning to procure poison?” he inquired.

“Absolutely. Since I’ve been painted as the villain, why not enact it?” Millie affirmed.

As the words left her lips, she clenched them in defiance, her eyes aflame with anger.

In a fleeting moment, Marcus’ expression shifted, a blend of perplexity and realization coloring his gaze. His bewilderment stemmed from the sight of Millie still clutching the container.

“Why are you still holding it? Set it down,” he commanded.

Millie met his gaze with a fiery resolve, her grasp unyielding.

assumption that I broke it, I’m going to mend

beyond mere repair; she would seek retribution

unmasked. Millie recognized the true extent

had been broken. It can’t be what

countenance. The reverence he held for his great-grandfather was unshakeable. The vase, his sole inheritance from his great-grandfather,

mending it was plausible, he

emotion briefly dart through Marcus’ eyes,

confident it can be repaired,” Millie asserted, her resolve

the clock before

At the cosmetic hospital.

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