“Millie, what has transpired?” Marcus’ voice reverberated, infused with genuine concern.

“Darling, my constitution doth throb with pain. Rhea…” Millie’s eyes welled up with tears, were fixed upon Rhea, who grimaced in affliction. “It’s of no concern to me. Millie, you wretch.”

“Rhea, unless you yearn for a flight off the balcony, I urge you to depart. Immediatel:

Marcus’ index finger pointed towards the exit with resolute authority. “Marcus,” Rhea contested.

Marcus’ motion was resolute, his gaze metamorphosing into an abyss of menace.

With eyes brimming with tears, Rhea relented, spiraling and dashing towards the Lower reaches.

had driven Rhea away. Watching

susceptibility to Marcus’ sentiments. A mere “depart” issued by Marcus equated to a seismic denunciation in Rhea’s

Marcus observed Millie’s recuperation, the pallor of discomfort vanishing from her visage, replaced by an aura

glimmered in Marcus’ eyes as

was most keen, yet now

jest, it appeared, had been unmasked, leaving

gravitated towards a recliner nestled on the balcony.

Marcus pursued his

shall enlist Derek’s aid

Millie apprehended that the clock’s hands

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