“No.”


    Julius wavered, torn between directives.


    “she stands amidst the rain, bereft of shelter. Her yearning to meet you appears fervent and


    unyielding.”


    Leon’s lips remained sealed. Julius pivoted, poised to disperse Millie.


    “Wait!”


    Rising, Leon advanced to the monitoring console, beholding Millie’s form, a shivering silhouette within


    the rain’s embrace.


    Had she not been confined to the hospital? What impelled her here in such a bedraggled state?


    The monitor dimmed, and Leon decreed, “Admit her.”


    Inpliance, Julius escorted Millie indoors. Amidst the expanse of the room, she sped her arms,


    the vi’s chill invading her frame.


    The measured cadence of footfalls on the spiral European stairs heralded Leon’s descent. d in an


    baster shirt, he exuded an aura of luminance.


    Millie, mustering her resolve, pinched her palm. No alternative existed; today she must secure his


    concurrence for her grandmother’s surgery.


    Drawing near, Leon assumed an elegant seat, legs elegantly entwined. He cast an appraising gaze


    upon Millie, his voice a dispassionate refrain. “The hour strikes one past midnight. Does this juncture


    deem it propitious for visitation?”


    Millie inhaled deeply, beseeching Leon, “Leon, I beg you, wield your surgical prowess on behalf of my


    grandmother. I pledge unwavering servitude in return, a testament to my gratitude.”


    Beg?


    A memory stirred – that word had never graced her lips before. With a yful smile, Leon surveyed


    Millie’s drenched form, noting her heightened embarrassmentpared to their hospital encounter.


    The bite of the rain had left herplexion pallid, her nose tinged with a frosty blush.


    “Beg? Is this your notion of pleading? A beg so meager?”


    His smile bore a cruelty that cut deep, leaving Millie confounded. What did he intend? Did he seek…


    Millie’s eyelids fluttered shut as she descended to her knees. “Very well, I beseech you, save my


    grandmother.”


    Tears welled in her eyes, a testament to her conviction—this was a sacrifice she deemed worthwhile for


    her grandmother, her pir of existence. Without her, Millie would never have thrived or drawn breath.


    She would try every means possible to make her grandmother alive.


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    Stunned, Leon’s eyes flickered with an inscrutable emotion. Millie’s genuflection had caught him off


    guard. In truth, he recognized the stark facet of his own ruthlessness. The idea of operating on her


    grandmother had never before traversed his mind’s expanse.


    He regarded his very existence as a misfortune. Those moments of significance that once adorned his


    life had long since faded into oblivion.