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Upon reaching the ICU entrance, Teresa’s figure materialized.

“Teresa, please rest. I’ll attend to my grandmother tonight.”

Teresa, upon sighting Millie, faltered momentarily.

“Millie, there’s no need for you to be here. I’m staying for the night. I’ll keep you updated if anything transpires. Return home; you look unwell. Rest is imperative.”

Her home in the countryside remained her sole refuge.

“I find solace in staying here. Teresa, you’ve tirelessly cared for my grandmother lately. Please take a rest.”

Millie’s steadfast determination, Teresa refrained from pressing the matter

desire arose within her for her grandmother to awaken, proclaiming an urge

Lois unfurled her palm, only to discover it dappled with a gossamer sheen of perspiration. Mere moments ago, when their paths converged with Millie’s, a semblance of composure adorned her countenance, yet within the sanctuary of her chest, an

affection, bearing instead an enigmatic visage that

beguiling, stood in stark contrast to her own

extolling her virtues of gentleness and magnanimity, while she remained ensnared in the tapestry of her own

her ailing grandmother. Is that true?” Lois began, her fingers absently tracing the

remained fixed

“Indeed, she did.”

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