“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.

straightened, exhaling a sigh imbued with relief. At Last, she had driven Rhea away. Watching her retreat in chagrin and defeat bestowed

to Marcus’ sentiments. A mere “depart”

not plagued by a stomachache?” Marcus observed Millie’s recuperation, the pallor of discomfort vanishing from her visage, replaced

Marcus’ eyes as he scrutinized the rapid shift from agonized

keen, yet now I’m on the

unmasked, leaving Millie tinged with

gaze, Millie sidestepped Marcus’ path and gravitated towards a recliner nestled on the balcony. There, beneath

pursued

shall enlist

the time, Millie apprehended that the clock’s hands

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