Casting a fleeting gaze towards Millie, Leon pondered the depths of her unwavering determination.

Recalling her prior words, Millie had pledged that were he to save her grandmother, she would vanish from his life forever.

Upon revisiting this sentence, Leon’s fingers coiled into a resolute knot. Up until now, there was no one that could shake his determination, no exception for Millie.

Throughout his lifetime, Aisha’s presence alone held the alchemical touch to tenderize his heart’s armor.

“Julius, let her be. She can kneel for as long as her spirit deems fit,” intoned Leon with tempered authority.

Millie quivered as the ascent of Leon up the staircase culminated in the extinguishing of the lights in his bedroom.

you to embark on this course. His resolve stands

to the cascade of tears, the embodiment

path, an arduous juncture unfurls. Your grandmother rests beneath the aegis of fortune to claim such a devoted grandmother,” conceded Julius with a rueful shake of his head before turning on

floor endured; the sensation of numbness was a prevailed, yet the threshold of Leon’s bedroom persisted in its unyielding closure. Her gaze,

her grandmother’s another emergency treatment. Teresa’s counsel

her ears, Millie’s tears embarked on a freefall, etching this instant as the zenith of her

to regain an upright posture, only to unearth limbs going

bore fruit, allowing her to rise, her palms propping against the floor for support. Akin to a vulnerable lamb, her form wavered in contemplation of an escape, ultimately culminating in a graceless collapse, surrendering to the clutches of torment. However, the phoenix in her will resurged, propelling her towards the

bestowing a backward glance. The bedroom above persisted in its sepulchral seal. A smile, edged with

master of this grand abode revealed the frigidity that coursed through his

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