Chapter: 599


    With fierce intensity, Marcus glowered at her and uttered in a cold tone, “Leave.”


    “Of course.”


    cing the lunch box on the bench, Bria hastened away. After a brief interval, she found her thoughts


    swirling in her mind. As she navigated the hallways, she cast furtive nces around the wards, a shiver


    cascading down her spine.


    Word had it that Millie’s remains were preserved within these hospital walls.


    Upon learning of Millie’s demise in the explosion, Bria harbored an apprehension that the departed


    would retum to exact vengeance upon her.


    While passing an unupied stairwell, she surreptitiously retrieved a handful of paper money and


    secreted herself within the shadows. ncing around to ensure she was alone, she procured a lighter


    and ignited the paper money, whispering something.


    “Millie, please spare me. I’m offering you this money to use in the afterlife. I’ll burn more for youter.


    And remember, your death wasn’t at my hands. I merely yed a minor role. I beg you, spare me from


    your visitations.”


    Behind her, the sound of Marcus’ footsteps drew nearer, but Bria’s nerves were so rattled she couldn’t


    perceive it.


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    Standing at the stairwell, Marcus observed Bria hunched over, setting paper money aze in the dim


    ochre light.


    “What are you doing?” Marcus questioned, with a touch of incredulity in his tone.


    Startled, Bria spun around to see Marcus towering on the stairwell, a figure resembling the lord of the


    underworld. Fright gripped her, and she scrambled to her feet. ir. Thomas, when did you arrive?”


    “Are you burning paper money for Millie? Are you afraid she’lle after you? Did you kill her?”


    Marcus’ gaze tured frosty and menacing. Bria trembled, struggling to keep herposure. She’d just


    been beseeching Millie not to haunt her.


    Wide-eyed, Bria quickly refuted, “No, no, it’s not me. I didn’t harm Mrs. Thomas. I was only burning


    paper money to ensure she had enough in the afterlife.”


    Bria’s exnation was cut short as Marcus seized her throat, pressing her against the cold railing of


    the staircase.


    “Enough of this nonsense! What did you do to Millie? Why bum paper money for her? Speak up now;


    my patience is wearing thin.”


    “Mr. Thomas, please, I truly haven’t harmed Mrs. Thomas.”


    Stubbornness colored her words.


    “Very well, then I’ll simply toss you off this ledge and leave you to your fate.”


    Bria dangled precariously, her upper body suspended in the air. Faced with Marcus’ intense gaze, she


    was horrified—plummeting from this height would surely lead to her demise.


    “Mr. Thomas, spare me; I’ll confess! I never liked Mrs. Thomas, so I intentionally ced fish bones in


    her dish when she wasn’t looking, causing your mother to choke.”


    Suddenly, Marcus’ emotions surged. “You did it?”