Loosening his tie, Marcus settled into a large chair. “Conceal all the schedules for today,” he instructed, his voice heavy with command.

“Yes, sir,” Derek responded promptly, acknowledging Marcus’ directive.

Derek quickly carried out Marcus’ instructions. Afterward, he cautiously inquired,

“Mr. Thomas, may I ask why you’re not allowing Mrs. Thomas to go to the hospital?”

The sentiments harbored by Mrs. Thomas towards him were likely those of resentment.

Marcus’ gaze shifted to the rainy scene outside the window, his thoughts unspoken.

understanding was evident as he grasped Marcus’ intentions to

the situation.

Celeste might not have been a paragon of virtue, neither could she be labeled as malevolent. Her nature did not veer into the realms of

that the deed had

surroundings, Marcus lifted a document, affording it a momentary perusal before gently setting it back

her grandmother’s well-being,”

to contact the physician for an update. The situation is dire. The tumor within

carried itself to

reveal to Millie that her grandmother’s predicament wasn’t orchestrated by Celeste but rather by your

catching the conversational drift on the other side of the phone line,

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