Chapter 340


    Chapter: 340


    Leon’s profession as a doctor granted him knowledge about medications and their usage. However, the fact that the doctor did


    not directly inform her earlier left Millie with a sense that he might have intentionally withheld the information from her.


    Millie contemted the possibility that Leon might have instructed the doctor to withhold any information from her intentionally.


    The thought lingered, leaving her with a sense of uncertainty and suspicion.


    Considering the doctor’s reluctance to divulge further details, Millie made up her mind not to press any further with her inquiries.


    Leon’s behavior was erratic and unpredictable. Perhaps he preferred to keep his assistance anonymous.


    Despite his apparent impatience during their encounters, she was surprised to discover his ndestine aid in securing her


    grandmother’s medication. It appeared he was not as unfeeling as she had initially perceived.


    Her hopes now rested on the doctor swiftly reaching Leon and his ability to continue assisting with the medicine procurement.


    She vowed to remember and appreciate his benevolence.


    Upon Millie’s return from the hospital, night had draped itself across the sky.


    Despite thete hour, the housework assigned by Celeste awaited her unyieldingly.N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.


    As soon as she entered the house, Millie saw the cleaning tools ced in the center of the living room — the rag, mop, bucket,


    and maid’s uniform.


    Celeste, swathed in a long dark blue dress and absorbed in her television viewing, rose and switched off therge LCD screen at


    Millie’s arrival. She approached the somewhat stunned Millie.


    “Your tardiness implies a desire to shirk your responsibilities,” Celeste chided icily.


    Observing Millie''s silence, Celeste continued her reproach. “Merely having wedding photographs with my son doesn''t entitle you


    to be thedy of the Thomas family. 1 aspire for a morous, well-matched, and well-reputed daughter-inw, which you,


    unfortunately, are not.”


    Millie was undeniably attractive, but her reputation in high society was marred by disgrace. Celeste’s card-yingpanions,


    already gathered upon herte arrival at the club, wasted no time in indulging in derogatory gossip about her.


    Rumors used Millie of a myriad of misdeeds, including theft, truancy, promiscuity, and flirtations, during her school years.


    One affluentdy even asserted that her less fortunate rtive had a child who shared the school with Millie, corroborating the


    veracity of the aforementioned allegations.


    Outraged, Celeste struggled to contain herself. Once an untouchabledy of high status, she found herself the pitied object of


    these people for being rted to such a daughter-inw.


    Having issued her instructions to Millie, Celeste retreated to her quarters.


    Millie gave her cheek a resigned pat, stretched her arms, and steeled herself for the reality of her situation. As long as she


    resided in this house, these tasks were her responsibility. She picked up the bucket and moved to collect water, ready to begin


    the cleaning process.


    As minutes morphed into hours, the sprawling mansion was alive only with Millie’s activity. The cool night air provided little relief


    from the sweat sheen her exertions produced.


    Wearied to her core, Millie lugged the water-filled bucket downstairs, pausing to wipe her brow. She caught a glimpse of the


    study room, where the door was ajar and a soft light spilled out. Marcus remained inside, immersed in business dealings.


    Swiftly averting her gaze from the study, Millie continued her mopping and cleaning tasks with haste. Another hour psed


    before she concluded her cleaning, leaving only the still-illuminated study untouched.


    Marcus was still awake!