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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.

Julius’ lips. “There exists no necessity for you to embark on this course. His resolve stands resolute and immutable. I advise your withdrawal, for lingering

her quivering lower lip, yielded to the cascade of tears, the embodiment of her emotional dam breaking apart. “Were he to withhold

such a devoted grandmother,” conceded Julius

a prevailed, yet the threshold of Leon’s bedroom persisted in its unyielding closure. Her gaze, brimming with

delivering news of her grandmother’s another emergency treatment. Teresa’s counsel echoed, urging

tidings brushed her ears, Millie’s tears embarked on a freefall, etching this instant

aspired to regain an upright posture, only to unearth limbs going

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

embrace, bestowing a backward glance. The bedroom above persisted in its sepulchral seal.

the master of this grand abode revealed the frigidity that coursed