If Marcus had brought her unhappiness, she was determined to inflict the same upon Millie.


    Rhea pulled out her phone, resolute in her decision to provoke Millie once more. But when she called,


    there was no answer. Though she had a barrage of sarcastic words at the ready, she found herself


    without an outlet for them.


    No matter, she thought. If Millie wouldn’t answer her phone, she could still send a message.


    “Millie, screw you. Marcus is mine. We had a wonderful nightst night. His physique is incredible,


    surpassing that of any male model.”


    “Don’t pretend you’re not affected. I know you must have read the message and you must be


    devastated. Ha ha, do you understand what it means when a man lies to you? It signifies that he


    doesn’t care about you in the slightest. Now you’re clinging to Marcus like a desperate woman. You’re


    despicable.”


    At that moment, Millie was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. Upon reading the messages, she


    stopped in her tracks. She nced outside, where the sun was unusually bright. Pulling her gaze away,


    she pursed her lips and typed a brief response with one hand.


    “Whose dog is barking?”


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    With that, she shut off her phone. She narrowed her eyes, trying to steel herself. But in reality, she felt


    broken inside.


    She couldn’t help but wonder why Marcus had lied to her.


    After finishing the soup, Millie made her way to the hospital.


    Her grandmother savored two bowls of the warm soup. Millie then assisted her into the wheelchair and


    gently pushed her outside to enjoy the sunshine.


    As they ambled along the hospital path, Millie pushing the wheelchair at a leisurely pace, her


    grandmother sensed that something was amiss. Millie was usually filled with cheerful words, always


    eager to lift her spirits.


    Today, Millie’s eyes were often downcast, her expression heavy with sorrow.


    Her grandmother asked in a worried tone, “Millie, is something bothering you?”


    “No,” Millie replied, shaking her head.


    “Don’t deceive me, child. You grew up under my watchful eye. I can tell when something’s on your


    mind,” her grandmother insisted.


    Millie looked down, only to notice her grandmother’s pure white hair. A sudden pang of emotion


    overcame her.


    Not wanting to cause her grandmother any distress, she leaned in, forcing a smile, about to assure her


    that all was well.


    Before she could speak, however, her grandmother cut her off. “Is your unhappiness because of some


    trouble with Marcus?”


    The smile on Millie’s face abruptly vanished, reced by a look of shock. She felt a pang of


    embarrassment. How had her grandmother guessed what was wrong?


    “Don’t look so astonished. I’ve been through this myself, you know. I had difficulties with your


    grandfather too. The most distressing thing in the world can be rtionship troubles. Did the two of you


    have an argument?” her grandmother inquired with a smile. The mere sight of her smile was enough to


    ease Millie’s burdens.


    “It’s nothing, Grandma. Please, don’t worry about me,” Millie answered, shaking her head. What could


    she possibly tell her grandmother? Could she reveal that Marcus had deceived her about a business


    trip, only to gallivant with Rhea? She didn’t want to burden her grandmother with her problems.