“Behave, lest you entertain any tricks, or face my swift retribution,” warned the woman, her tone


    brooking no disobedience.


    Millie keenly sensed the aura of authority radiating from the woman— a figure threefold in stature and


    undeniably greater in strength.


    Millie’s lips formed a determined line as she gingerly descended from the operating table, inching


    towards the door. The woman seemed oblivious to her movements, likely due to the locked door.


    Visitors came? Who were they?


    Ang’s Library


    Millie tiptoed, stealing a nce beyond.


    The entrance gate swung wide, two beams of brilliant headlights casting their radiance. Following suit,


    a heavy truck rumbled in before the gate sealed shut. A figure donned in a leather jacket emerged from


    the car, discarding his gloves to a waiting aplice.


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    Millie managed but a fleeting glimpse from afar before the man advanced, vanishing beyond her field of


    vision.


    Shock rippled through Millie; the man’s figure bore an uncanny resemnce to Leon.


    “Are you still gawking?”


    Impatience surged within the woman, propelling her forward. She seized Millie’s hair and mmed her


    against the wall with force.


    “ARE”


    A cry of anguish escaped Millie’s lips as instant pain seared through her. Her forehead bore the telltale


    trace of blood, dampening her skin.


    “Tying you up is a necessity; only then will you yield,” the woman dered, her voice edged with


    determination.


    The corridor reverberated with motion, suggestive of a sizable assembly. Had they ascended? Could


    that figure be Leon?


    As the woman reached for the rope, Millie seized the moment, darting towards the door in a burst of


    agility. Simultaneously, the person at the forefront of the group brushed past the door.


    It was indeed Leon!


    “Leon. Help me!” Millie’s cry echoed, resonating with urgency.


    Yet, the moment her voice emerged, the woman swiftly muffled Millie’s mouth, yanking her back with


    force.


    In the corridor, the leader of the group remained oblivious, marching ahead, heedless of the


    commotion.


    The woman forcibly reeled Millie in, thrusting a hefty wad of cotton into her mouth and securing her


    hands and feet. A scolding followed suit, punctuating the restraint.


    “Your actions invite consequences!”


    “Umm.


    Millie’s whimper escaped amidst tears of desperation, tracing rivulets down her cheeks. The room’s


    door swung open anew, igniting hope that it might be Leon in response to her plea. s, the stern


    countenance of Dr. Todd emerged, followed by the decisive closure of the second door to the operating


    room.


    The flicker of hope in Millie’s eyes was extinguished in an instant, leaving behind shards of shattered


    expectations.


    “Swiftly, position her on the operating table,” the man directed with urgency.