The contours of Bruce’s face bore traces of anxiety, a manifestation of his inner turmoil. The intensity of


    his reaction hinted at the severity of Jonah’s injuries.


    “His life was spared,” Bruce responded with a measured tone.


    “Keep Marcus under vignt observation. There’s no turning back now.”


    Ryan’s teacup rose, a gesture signaling the gravity of his words.


    “Ryan, can’t you find it in yourself to release your grip on Rosa’s demise? It’s been five years.”


    Bruce’s fingers massaged his temples, a clear sign of his internal struggle. Everyone urged him to face


    Marcus, yet his resolution remained elusive. Every step he’d taken had been prompted by Jonah.


    While his nature harbored a streak of ruthlessness, confronting Marcus directly seemed to stir an


    inexplicable hesitancy.


    “Hmph, release it? Impossible! For five long years, I’ve been consumed by an unending ache for her.


    This span of time hasn’t been about letting go, but about amassing the strength to extract vengeance


    for Rosa.” Ryan’s retort bore a frigid edge.


    Bruce contemted a response, but Ryan quashed the possibility with an unwavering gaze.


    “Don’t overlook the fact that Rosa was carrying our child.”


    Under the veil of night, within the heart of the Thomas Group headquarters.


    The design department’s workforce had dwindled as the evening settled.


    Nancy emerged from her workspace, her attention snagged by Millie’s continued presence, deeply


    engrossed in her designs.


    Nancy’s irritation reached its peak.


    “Such pretentiousness!” she muttered under her breath, her steps closing the gap to Millie’s


    workstation. With an affected air of nonchnce, Nancy tapped her fingers upon the surface, her voice


    dripping with derision.


    Millie’s gaze lifted, fleeting but dismissive, before she meticulously began packing away her work, as if


    Nancy were an inconsequential specter.


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    “Pretending not to notice me? Have you forgotten that I hold seniority over you now?” Nancy’s temper


    red.


    Millie’s hands moved with unhurried efficiency, her shoulders lifting in a shrug.


    “Indeed, but working hours are behind us, she responded with an air of casual indifference.


    Nancy’sposure began to waver in the face of Millie’s unyielding demeanor.


    Her attention turned to the designs that Millie had gathered.


    Concealing her inner frostiness, Nancy resolved to ascertain the nature of Millie’s creations that had


    garnered favor with the Fairclough family.


    A phone call to the Fairclough couple yielded confirmation of their satisfaction with Millie’s work. They


    went so far as to advise Nancy against burdening herself with the design, urging her to focus on her


    recuperation.


    Nancy had profoundly underestimated Millie’s capabilities.