Her thoughts drifted, and she couldn’t help but wonder: If she were pregnant, would her belly grow as


    large as Rylie’s? Would she suffer from endocrine disorders? Would Marcus be happy about it? And


    children cry a lot; would Marcus find it bothersome?


    Perhaps not. Marcus had mentioned having a baby.


    But if the baby cried, could she manage? Would she be anxious?


    Several hours and a lunchter, Millie finally departed.


    Upon leaving, she checked the time and, noticing Marcus hadn’t called yet, assumed he was still


    upied at work.


    Since it would be time to get off work by the time she arrived at the office, she decided to postpone


    going to work until tomorrow.


    The sun shone brightly on this beautiful day, and Millie strolled down the road to soak in its warmth.


    She eventually reached arge square and settled on a bench. Pulling out her phone, she called her


    grandma.


    “Grandma, how are you doing at home?”


    “That’s wonderful to hear, Grandma. Please take good care of yourself.


    Call me if you need anything.”


    “We’re in a good rtionship. Don’t worry about me. I’ve even gained some weight recently,” Millie


    reassured her.


    A sense of relief washed over Millie when her grandma affirmed that she was perfectly fine.


    Sitting in the sun had made Millie feel slightly dizzy, so she stood to hail a taxi.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    Just then, a white Jaguar approached, appearing as though it would stop. Instead, it continued to close


    in on her, forcing Millie to back away. But the car kepting.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    What was happening?


    Millie froze in ce as the car, centered on her, began to spin rapidly, stirring up clouds of dust.


    The car seemed relentless, the circle it was tracing growing smaller.


    If Millie dared to move, the driver might m on the brakes and run over the back of her feet.


    The white car circled in the bright sunlight, emitting a dazzling light that made Millie’s eyes sting, almost


    bringing tears to her eyes.


    Unable to stop coughing from the dust, her head felt dizzy from the noise of the car. She pressed her


    eyebrows together, struggling to see who was driving. It was Humphrey.


    In the passenger seat sat a woman with a red hat. Millie recognized her as Nancy and knew instantly


    that she was deliberately causing trouble.


    Nancy, seated beside Humphrey, looked out of the window and smiled scornfully, a twisted pleasure in


    her eyes.


    This bizarre behavior attracted a crowd of onlookers.