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Gravity furrowed the physician’s brow, hinting at the challenge that lay ahead.

Millie, preempting the somber narrative, ventured her query.

“Doctor, my grandmother shall overcome, will she not?”

“Miss Brown, you must gird your spirit. Your grandmother shall not rouse from her slumber unless…”

“Unless what? Pray, divulge the requisites, and I shall strive to fulfill them.”

“Only if Leon is invited can the possibility materialize. His medical exploits have woven a saga of legend. Were he to grace your grandmother’s ailment with his ministrations, recovery might find her. Time, however, dwindles.”

Millie. She faltered, her backward step a manifestation of her inability to cajole

of medical contraptions erupted in a cacophonous crescendo, its dissonance a counterpoint to the silence. A torrent of crimson fluid gushed forth from her grandmother’s lips, limbs convulsing in a disconcerting dance, as though she grappled with an

this, Millie’s lids remained resolute, unwilling to

of upheaval is

upon her grandmother’s bedside, their expertise a lifeline for the ailing woman. Millie’s respiration

physician who had shared his prognosis sought ingress, halted only by Millie’s

over

and hailed a taxi. The urgency to

Leon’s

villa’s chambers, the chime of the doorbell reached Julius’ ears. Hastily, he donned his attire and bridged