“Does your heart yearn for your absent spouse?” Rnd approached and took a seat nearby.


    Millie’s cheeks flushed with color in response to his words.


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    “If only I were that fortunate soul.” He sighed, a pang of longing evident in his voice.


    “Do not utter such words,” Millie protested softly, plucking a willow leaf from the ground and absently


    twisting it between her fingers.


    In the quiet of the previous night, she was ensnared once more by a haunting nightmare. Within its


    clutches, she found herself traversing the corridors of a shadowed abyss, a ce devoid of light and


    warmth.


    In her dream, there was no sun to be found, and the familiar faces of those she knew were absent. In


    this shadowed realm, Marcus coughed up a gush of blood before her, and she wept inconsbly.


    The burden of the dream cast a pall over her day, lingering like a specter at her side.


    In the hush of her grandmother’s slumber, Millie ventured outdoors, seeking sce within the embrace


    of the evening.


    Millie Let out a sigh and gazed upward at the sky. Her heart felt as if it were split in two, with one half in


    Preagend and the other half in her current location.


    “Has the culprit behind my grandmother’s misfortune been apprehended?”


    Her query cut through the stillness.


    A solemn shake of the head signaled Rnd’s response.


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    “The miscreant chose to execute the act within this pastoral refuge, demonstrating a cunning


    disposition. Perhaps your presence back in Preagend is necessary for the pursuit of justice.”


    Millie’s brow furrowed in contemtion.


    “Yet, I cannot depart at this juncture.”


    As twilight deepened, Marcus grappled with thest document in his grasp, each page a testament to


    his unwaveringmitment.


    Beyond the president’s sanctum, Shera lingered, a yearning to enter warring with the knowledge that


    her presence wasn’t desired.


    “Miss Evans, the hour of departure has arrived. Why haven’t you departed yet?” Trenton returned, his


    steps apanied by the rustling of a bagden with findings.


    “Inquiries from Mrs. Thomas beckon me to a repast at Vi Imperiale.


    I intended to extend the invitation to Mr. Thomas.”


    Shera concocted a fabricated exnation.


    “I shall convey your message.” Trenton entered the chamber, leaving Shera alone with her thoughts.


    “Mr. Thomas, Shera awaits beyond. She inquires if you’d join her for dinner at Vi Imperiale.”


    “Decline the offer.” His response was curt.