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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.

intoxicating presence in his thoughts. The room murmured her name—a

Celeste’s recurring words echoed. “Without that wicked enchantress, this dwelling exudes

his gaze narrowed in thought, a realm of contemplation unbeknownst

Marcus appeared untouched by mirth.

of artifice. A multitude of virtuous women exist, ones

sleep eluded him the prior night? He had dark circles under his eyes. Such a malevolent woman Millie had revealed

not witnessed the sinister nature that she conceals? Yesterday’s theater of deception was her masterpiece, an endeavor that ensnared me in

contemplative silence draped the room. Marcus’ lips formed a pensive seal. Was Millie truly a

unwavering resolve. Despite his caution against seeking vengeance, she chose to retaliate openly. It seemed she

declared, “There is no space for malevolence