Chapter 532


    The implications hung thick in the air.


    “Do you imply that Millie is the origin of Brenna’s scar?”


    “Mylo, my intent wasn’t such.”


    “Is it factual? Enlighten me. What transpired? How did Millie mar your forehead?”


    Brenna’s voice quavered, and her past sorrow revived in her tears.


    “| cannot fathom the reasons. Our paths crossed, and inexplicably, she propelled me into a door’s embrace. Blood flowed, a


    hospital visit followed, and stitches sealed the wound. Since then, my bangs have be a constant cover for my forehead. |


    haven''t figured out how | offended her yet.”


    Mylo harbored skepticism.


    “Did Millie possess such malevolence previously? Such traits evaded my perception.”


    “True. How could | deceive you? My friend can vouch for my words.”


    “Indeed, | was an observer during that incident. Brenna hesitated to unveil the truth. The reality is, aparison was drawn


    between Millie and Brenna. Back then, Millie was quite... She bore an unremarkable appearance. Remarks circted that


    Millie’s beauty did not rival Brenna’s. Upon hearing thesements, a me of resentment ignited within Millie. On that fateful


    day, this resentment manifested as a forceful push against Brenna.”Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    Mylo’s gaze gravitated to Marcus almost involuntarily, registering the frigid countenance he bore.


    The room''s upants rose, distancing themselves from Marcus. His aura radiated an unspoken intensity.


    Mylo murmured, “Do not dwell too heavily. Likely, a misunderstanding taints their rtionship.”


    Mylo mentally chastised himself for his insatiable curiosity. Brenna’s tears pooling in her eyes rendered his discernment clouded.


    Marcus took a sip of wine, and mmed the ss on the table. His eyes appraised Brenna within Mylo’s embrace.


    “Should your words be falsehoods, dire consequences await.”


    Marcus’ voice exuded frost as he rose and departed.


    Brenna trembled in Mylo’s arms, overwhelmed by fear.


    Mylo, awkwardly, ventured, “The hour is yet young. Do you intend to depart?”


    Exiting, Marcus gravitated towards the coastline.


    Amidst the backdrop of the sea, he stood, his ebony shirt rippling in the breeze.


    His great-grandfather’s words echoed through his mind.