Chapter 841

Devoid of utterance, Leon’s gaze lingered solely upon Millie. She appeared to radiate contentment.

After a brief interlude, he lowered his lids, capturing within his mind’s eye the image of Millie adorned in

a lightweight sweater, her countenance adorned with a smile.

“Let us take our leave,” he eventually stated. The car’s engine roared to Life, propelling it swiftly past

the villa’s vicinity.

Within the villa’s interior, Marcus, who had been engrossed in conversation, suddenly caught sight of

Millie and Bruce. Swiftly extricating himself from his ongoing exchange, he courteously excused himself

and traversed the distance to approach them.

Bruce selected an immaculate cup and poised to pour beverages.

“I’m rather intrigued to sample your homemade concoction as well. It appears quite appealing,” Bruce

remarked.

In that instant, Millie’s eyes blinked in a reflexive response. Illuminated against the backdrop of light,

she discerned Marcus’ towering form advancing towards her, each stride deliberate and purposeful.

Abruptly, a searing pang shot through her abdomen, causing her thoughts to scatter and her mind to

momentarily blank out.

“Bang, echoed the sound as her glass slipped from her grasp, colliding with the ground. She doubled

over, her hands instinctively seeking solace as they pressed against her abdomen. The intensity of the

pain swiftly provoked a glistening sheen of sweat upon her forehead.

“Millie.” With a hint of concern edging his tone, Marcus called out her name. “Millie,” Bruce interjected,

his voice underscored by genuine concern.

In quick strides, Marcus lifted Millie into his arms. Yet, within moments, her complexion paled, her face

contorted in anguish signifying the intensity of her pain.

Millie bit her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Could it be the food they had consumed

that was causing this discomfort?

Yet, disbelief gnawed at her. After all, these individuals hailed from affluent backgrounds, implying that

the ingredients they procured should be of the highest quality and exorbitant price. Maybe the issue

resided in the drink she had recently imbibed.

Cradled within Marcus’ embrace, Millie murmured faintly, “I suspect the homemade drink might harbor

an issue. It would be wise to abstain from its consumption in the future.” Millie’s voice carried a note of

caution, her words laced with a touch of concern.

Millie’s delicate fingers found their way to Marcus’ arm, one by one. traversing the fabric of his attire

and delving into the softness of his flesh.

“Swiftly, summon a physician!” Marcus’ voice sliced through the air with a sense of urgency and fervor

He was prepared to bear this agony in the name of Millie’s well-being, should it bring her solace.

Thirty minutes later, Millie found herself propped weakly against the bed, her brow glistening with a

sheen of perspiration, a testament to the profound ache that had enveloped her.

Fortuitously, the medical expert arrived in due time, prompting a regurgitation that expelled the

venomous elements from her system. With the ejection of impurities, an inkling of relief began to

embrace her.

The doctor meticulously scrutinized the composition of the concoction and arrived at an astute

deduction.

“This concoction consists of tripterygium wilfordii pollen, a pernicious entity. Consumption of such

products leads to abdominal distress. Thankfully, prompt medical intervention averted grievous harm to

the Liver.”

Poisonous pollen? It was the harbinger of her gastric distress.