Derek wisely chose silence, sensing the tempestuous storm within Marcus.


    Gazing at the vacant entrance of the vi shrouded in rain, Marcus experienced a stabbing sensation in


    his chest, as if a sharp thorn had pierced him.


    No matter how tumultuous the world became, this time he vowed not to seek that woman out again,


    even if the sky crumbled.


    Evil intentions had no ce in this residence.


    Meanwhile, drenched by the rain, Millie’s pace pressed forward on the road. The vi district offered


    minimal taxi prospects, and even if she managed to g one down, her drenched state dissuaded any


    driver from amodating her.


    As she grappled with impending copse due to exhaustion, apassionate driver relented, offering


    her a ride.


    “Thank you, sir.” Millie voiced her gratitude.


    The driver, empathetic, cranked the heater to its zenith. “Miss, the rain’s pouring heavily. Why did you


    venture out without an umbre? It’s best to remain indoors in such weather. Going out in these


    conditions is simply imprudent.”


    A wry smile graced Millie’s lips. “I neglected to bring an umbre when I left. The rain caught me off


    guard.”


    “Well, if you weren’t around my daughter’s age, I wouldn’t have given you a ride.


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    “I will definitely check the forecast in the future.”


    The car’s interiorpsed into silence. Despite the heater working at full st,


    Millie’s body still battled a chill. Yet she recognized this chill to be more than a physical sensation; it had


    infiltrated her spirit.


    Scenes unfurled within her mind—delivering the sweet soup to Celeste, Celeste sumbing to the


    lodged fish bone, her enraged outburst, being dragged into the rain, the mixed emotions evident in


    Marcus’ eyes…


    Leaning lightly against the window, she intuited that nothing auspicious ever transpired under such


    torrential rain. Her hand came to rest over her chest, a ce suffused with numbness and bitterness.


    She imagined a once-blooming flower that had now withered.


    Back within the vi, Bria, having changed into dry attire, concealed herself, reaching out to Rhea to


    ry her report.


    “Miss Evans, we’ve achieved sess. As per your n, I surreptitiously introduced fish bones into the


    bowl Millie presented to Celeste. One such bone lodged itself within Celeste’s throat, evoking her ire.


    She concluded that Millie had orchestrated an attempt on her life, prompting her to subject Millie to the


    deluge outside. Millie was ordered to kneel amidst the rain, yet she evaded this fate by fleeing.”


    “How did Marcus respond?” Rhea inquired. “Rest assured. Marcus abstained from any intervention. He


    watched coldly, emanating a palpable animosity. You have every reason to rejoice. In the aftermath of


    this ordeal, Millie is perceived as a malevolent force, incapable of reversing her fate.”


    Upon concluding the call, Rhea’s visage was graced by a triumphant smile.


    Satisfaction surged within her. She had finally managed to ensnare Millie in her intricately woven trap.


    This time, Marcus would be hers.


    In response, she retrieved a pen and paper and began crafting a letter of apology.