“Okay.” A smile brightened her face.


    Suddenly, Millie was alerted to a snapping sound and tured to look toward the noise. She spotted


    Bruce standing under a tree roughly ten meters away, beckoning to her.


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    Millie blinked, feeling confused. Was he signaling to her?


    “Grandma, I see a friend over there. Allow me to go over and talk to him for a moment,” Millie told her.


    As she approached, Bruce’s face broke into a warm smile. He had known that by visiting the hospital,


    there was a chance he might run into Millie.


    Millie’s confusion was evident. “Are you looking for me?”


    “Millie, I’ve heard that Marcus has been injured, and it appears to be quite serious. I haven’t seen him


    around in the past few days. How is he faring?” Bruce inquired, his concern for Marcus bing clear.


    Millie’s feelings of indignation surged, and she shook her head, replying dismissively, “His wound


    healed quite some time ago. He’s in perfect health now.


    ‘There’s no need for concern.”


    Bruce’s expression tumed to one of bewilderment. “He’s already recovered?”


    “Why does that surprise you?”


    “Millie, are you positive that Marcus’ wound has truly healed?” Bruce asked once more, seeking


    assurance.


    Millie nodded in affirmation. “Yes, it’s healed.”


    The wound had looked both deep and painful, but if it were still troubling Marcus, he surely wouldn’t


    have found the time to deceive her.


    Bruce pondered her words before nodding in agreement. “You’re right. Knowing Marcus and his


    physical strength, what injury could truly be an issue for him?”


    Meanwhile, in his private room, Marcus grabbed a nearby bottle of liquid, visibly annoyed.


    “What kind of medicine is this? It’spletely ineffective.”


    Derek’s brow creased in concern. “The director mentioned that had it been any other wound, the fever


    would have already subsided. The real issue is the severity of your wound. Without appropriate care,


    the fever will persist.”


    Marcus reached up to touch his forehead, anxiety apparent in his movements.


    Derek proposed, “Mr. Thomas, perhaps we should consider going to Raven Ind?


    They may have a means to treat you there.”


    Marcus closed his eyes as he responded, “Derek, now that I’ve taken on the role of a husband, I want


    to distance myself from that ind and act responsibly.”