Chapter 519


    Millie’s response was almost instinctive.


    “Didn’t you summon me?”


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    Marcus’ voice trailed off, urgency recing confusion. He lunged, his hands seizing the porcin fragments from Millie’s grasp.


    “Millie, you''ve shattered the precious porcin!”


    His voice had a winter chill.


    Millie’s heart stopped.


    “Precious porcin?” she echoed, her mind a whirlpool of confusion.


    Which porcin?


    It took a mere heartbeat—two seconds of suspended time—for Millie to regain herself, shaking her head with conviction.


    “| didn’t break it. You''ve misunderstood.” Her voice was a plea, a truth yet to be recognized.


    While she didn’t know the true value of the porcin, Millie knew full well the fury simmering in Marcus’ eyes. She raced to deny


    any wrongdoing.


    “If you''re not the perpetrator, then who is? Why would these shards lie treacherously at my feet? And who beckoned me to this


    study?”


    Thoughts mored in her head, threatening to burst forth.


    The memory of Mae’s hurried summons yed back, and a realization washed over Millie: she’d been set up.


    “This porcin, an artifact from antiquity, holds more than just age within its delicate form. It bears the fingerprints of my great


    grandfather’s legacy. It’s a treasure not for its years, but for the stories it carries. How could you shatter something so precious?”


    Evident in Marcus’ intonation was a profound sorrow, a mncholy that ran deep within him.


    Acentury and more, one hundred and one years to be precise, marked the span of his great grandfather''s life. In Marcus’ youth,


    he had the privilege of sharing his days with this venerable elder.


    This porcin held a cherished ce in the heart of his great grandfather. It was a symbol of his devotion, a testament to the


    foundation he hadid for the Thomas family.


    In the tapestry of his memories, his great grandfather stood as the embodiment of warmth within their family.


    During the winter’s embrace, his great grandfather had a fondness for plucking two plums and nestling them within the embrace


    of the porcin, a simple tradition that breathed life into his cherished memories.


    As his great grandfather neared the end of his earthly journey, he gathered his loved ones close, a final act of intimacy. It was


    then that he bequeathed the porcin into Marcus’ hands, an heirloom to hold and protect.