Devoid of utterance, Leon’s gaze lingered solely upon Millie. She appeared to radiate contentment.


    After a brief interlude, he lowered his lids, capturing within his mind’s eye the image of Millie adorned in


    a lightweight sweater, her countenance adorned with a smile.


    “Let us take our leave,” he eventually stated. The car’s engine roared to Life, propelling it swiftly past


    the vi’s vicinity.


    Within the vi’s interior, Marcus, who had been engrossed in conversation, suddenly caught sight of


    Millie and Bruce. Swiftly extricating himself from his ongoing exchange, he courteously excused himself


    and traversed the distance to approach them.


    Bruce selected an immacte cup and poised to pour beverages.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    “I’m rather intrigued to sample your homemade concoction as well. It appears quite appealing,” Bruce


    remarked.


    In that instant, Millie’s eyes blinked in a reflexive response. Illuminated against the backdrop of light,


    she discerned Marcus’ towering form advancing towards her, each stride deliberate and purposeful.


    Abruptly, a searing pang shot through her abdomen, causing her thoughts to scatter and her mind to


    momentarily nk out.


    “Bang, echoed the sound as her ss slipped from her grasp, colliding with the ground. She doubled


    over, her hands instinctively seeking sce as they pressed against her abdomen. The intensity of the


    pain swiftly provoked a glistening sheen of sweat upon her forehead.


    “Millie.” With a hint of concern edging his tone, Marcus called out her name. “Millie,” Bruce interjected,


    his voice underscored by genuine concern.


    In quick strides, Marcus lifted Millie into his arms. Yet, within moments, herplexion paled, her face


    contorted in anguish signifying the intensity of her pain.


    Millie bit her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Could it be the food they had consumed


    that was causing this difort?


    Yet, disbelief gnawed at her. After all, these individuals hailed from affluent backgrounds, implying that


    the ingredients they procured should be of the highest quality and exorbitant price. Maybe the issue


    resided in the drink she had recently imbibed.


    Cradled within Marcus’ embrace, Millie murmured faintly, “I suspect the homemade drink might harbor


    an issue. It would be wise to abstain from its consumption in the future.” Millie’s voice carried a note of


    caution, her wordsced with a touch of concern.


    Millie’s delicate fingers found their way to Marcus’ arm, one by one. traversing the fabric of his attire


    and delving into the softness of his flesh.


    “Swiftly, summon a physician!” Marcus’ voice sliced through the air with a sense of urgency and fervor


    He was prepared to bear this agony in the name of Millie’s well-being, should it bring her sce.


    Thirty minutester, Millie found herself propped weakly against the bed, her brow glistening with a


    sheen of perspiration, a testament to the profound ache that had enveloped her.


    Fortuitously, the medical expert arrived in due time, prompting a regurgitation that expelled the


    venomous elements from her system. With the ejection of impurities, an inkling of relief began to


    embrace her.


    The doctor meticulously scrutinized theposition of the concoction and arrived at an astute


    deduction.


    “This concoction consists of tripterygium wilfordii pollen, a pernicious entity. Consumption of such


    products leads to abdominal distress. Thankfully, prompt medical intervention averted grievous harm to


    the Liver.”


    Poisonous pollen? It was the harbinger of her gastric distress.