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“How long can my grandmother remain?” With urgency lacing her voice, Millie inquired, The doctor’s reply, a sobering revelation, drifted forth. “A week, at most.”

The news hit Millie like a sudden downpour, casting shadows of despondency that swayed her balance and threatened to sweep her into the abyss of unconsciousness.

It took her a drawn-out spell to regain her footing and steady her spirit.

“Grant me the grace of contemplation,” she softly beseeched, her voice a whisper carried on wings of vulnerability.

A gust of self-doubt surged through her. She hadn’t been able to persuade Leon into operating on her grandmother.

She approached the ICU with cautious steps, her gaze woven with concem. There, her grandmother lay—a delicate masterpiece in the sterile room’s tableau. Tubes and wires adorned her, a symphony of science against nature’s fate. Millie felt her grandmother’s pain, the melodies of discomfort within her.

in Marcus’ room, sleep eluded him all night. Millie was an intoxicating presence in his thoughts. The room murmured her name—a hidden

the living room. Celeste’s recurring words echoed. “Without that wicked enchantress, this dwelling

narrowed in thought, a

her joy, yet Marcus appeared untouched by mirth. Did he yet hold

of virtuous women exist, ones surpassing her.”

had dark circles under his eyes. Such a malevolent woman Millie had revealed herself to be!

her masterpiece, an endeavor that ensnared me in its snare, a fishbone of treachery nearly claiming

room. Marcus’ lips formed a pensive seal. Was Millie

seeking vengeance, she chose to retaliate openly. It

this, he declared, “There is no space for malevolence