“Mother, don’t curse me. I shall triumph over this predicament. My gait remains unimpeded. A trifling wound, truly.” Roland’s fervor surged, and he poised to set foot in motion.

“You, my dear and impulsive son, do take a seat.” With immediacy, Delia interceded, her actions a swift arrest of his intent, while her tone carried a reproachful note.

Millie, positioned alongside them, prompted Roland’s gaze.

“Millie, you needn’t remain. My mother shall oversee my recovery “Rest well,” she offered, a benediction before her departure. Millie offered a subtle nod, her affirmation a silent acknowledgment of the situation, Meanwhile, Hans cast a stern gaze in her direction, a glare laden with unspoken queries. Following her exit from the ward, Hans seized the moment to voice his curiosity.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Speak truthfully now. Has Millie’s husband caused you harm?”

if preparing for confrontation. Their paths crossed with Marcus along the corridor. Within the ward’s confines, Millie’s

drawing

now crystallized into a determined resolve to seek retribution

me, he wouldn’t have sent me to the

who could it

unfamiliar

the distance to join Marcus before they exited the hospital together. The furrowed expanse

it was the combined efforts of Roland and Marcus that had shielded

my dear, Return home and

state, Marcus found himself troubled by

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