“[ went to the hospital out of kindness to check on your grandmother. It’s her good fortune. Now you’re


    using me of murder. I’m truly unlucky to have crossed paths with the two of you. Leave this instant!”


    “Madam, it’s pouring outside. It’s dangerous for her to go out now,” Derek interjected on Millie’s behalf.


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    “What does that matter? I don’t care about her safety. This ungrateful girl isn’t worth my concern.”


    Celeste was consumed with anger at being unjustly used of murder. She vowed never to forgive


    Millie for this.


    “What’s more, if her grandmother dies, it would be even better. She’s impoverished and dealing with a


    sick grandmother. I’m no phnthropist, nor am I obligated to take on their responsibilities. Marcus, I’ve


    already urged you to finalize the divorce agreement. Why haven’t you done it?”


    “Oh, so you’re finally being honest.” Millie sneered at the revtion.


    Seeing this, the servants trembled in fear.


    Millie’s sneer deepened. “I can leave, but don’t think for a second that you’ll escape the consequences


    of harming my grandmother.”


    As Millie turned to leave, Marcus stepped in her way.


    “Let’s investigate this thoroughly first.”


    “Is that necessary? I know you aristocrats believe that an ordinary girl like me and my seriously ill


    grandmother don’t belong in this environment. But I have my pride.


    So what if I’m ordinary and poor? I refuse to feel inferior around you.”


    Tears welled up in Millie’s eyes. She loathed her own vulnerability.


    While Marcus was momentarily lost in thought, Millie managed to break free from his grip and dash out


    into the rain. Yet, in no time, someone followed and scooped her up before she could escape.


    “Marcus, what are you doing?”


    Carrying Millie, Marcus ascended the stairs and unceremoniously dropped her onto therge bed,


    inadvertently soaking the bedding.


    As Millie realized her situation, she saw Marcus looming above her, his gaze cold and unyielding like a


    predatory leopard.


    Millie rose from her seat, her intentions focused on opening the door and heading to the hospital. Yet


    Marcus swiftly intervened, tugging her back with a sense of urgency.


    “I’m going to the hospital,” she dered, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and concern.


    Marcus’ response echoed, “Can you calm down? My mom is not stupid. She wouldn’t just go to your


    grandma’s ward and hurt her!”


    Millie’s skepticism remained apparent, and she continued, “You don’t think she did it?”


    Marcus responded with conviction, “It can’t be her.” His tone held unwavering determination.