Derek wisely chose silence, sensing the tempestuous storm within Marcus.

Gazing at the vacant entrance of the villa shrouded in rain, Marcus experienced a stabbing sensation in his chest, as if a sharp thorn had pierced him.

No matter how tumultuous the world became, this time he vowed not to seek that woman out again, even if the sky crumbled.

Evil intentions had no place in this residence.

Meanwhile, drenched by the rain, Millie’s pace pressed forward on the road. The villa district offered minimal taxi prospects, and even if she managed to flag one down, her drenched state dissuaded any driver from accommodating her.

As she grappled with impending collapse due to exhaustion, a compassionate driver relented, offering her a ride.

sir.” Millie

did you venture out without an umbrella? It’s best

to bring an umbrella when I left. The rain

my daughter’s age, I wouldn’t

weather forecast before stepping out. Don’t be

definitely check the forecast in

Despite

chill. Yet she recognized this chill to be

mind—delivering the sweet soup to Celeste, Celeste succumbing to the lodged fish bone,

came to rest over her chest, a place

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