Chapter 868

When Marcus’ wife had called earlier, he had told her that he was at the door of their home, However,

he was still engrossed in his work at the office.

“I have to go to the countryside,” Marcus replied, indicating the reason for his urgency.

After reading the document in his hand, Marcus signed his name and looked up from his work.

Countryside? Derek understood that Marcus was going to the countryside because he was concerned

about Mrs. Thomas.

“Alright, I’ll inform all the departments to hand in whatever requires your attention.”

A mere ten minutes elapsed, and the proficient Derek reappeared, bearing a stack of meticulously

arranged documents,

Perched upon the plush leather chair, Marcus wore an enigmatic countenance. Having set aside the

pen, Marcus gently pressed the space between his brows with a thoughtful fingertip, his complexion

taking on a subdued hue.

“Mr. Thomas.”

Unease crept over Derek as he meticulously computed the passing days, a realization dawning upon

him — the hour had arrived when the potency of the particular medicine waned.

The very remedy had been procured from the enigmatic Raven Island, its singularity emphasized by

the absence of a duplicate.

With a gaze tinted in crimson, Marcus’ eyes held an uncommon intensity. His wound, akin to a

scorpion’s venomous bite, prompted him to exhale wearily before he disrobed. As anticipated, the

once-healing injury displayed ominous signs of rekindled infection.

“The wound has regressed, the efficacy of the particular medicine having waned.”

A furrow etched itself upon Derek’s brow, his countenance reflecting his concerns, The hospital’s

director hadn’t devised the medicine for remedy, and disheartening reports from Raven Island offered

no solace. A perplexing question loomed: what course of action remained?

“Fetch me the container of medicine,” commanded by Marcus‘ authoritative voice.

In a brief span of ten minutes, Derek diligently cleansed Marcus’ wound. Once bandaged, Marcus

donned his clothing gradually, finding repose against the embrace of the leather chair.

“Do you still intend to venture to the countryside? It would be prudent for you to seek further rest now.”

Embarking upon the arduous journey to the countryside would only exacerbate the condition of the

wound.

“Iam well aware of my actions.” Marcus picked up another document, delving into his business affairs

with resolute focus.

While it indeed marked Millie’s birthplace, a lingering sense of concern enveloped him. The opportunity

presented a poignant moment to witness the very environment in which Millie had blossomed.

Derek heaved a sigh and exited the room, his heart stirred by the profound influence of love’s potency.

Across the expanse of Preagend, Rhea’s brow furrowed in thought.

“Have you suffered defeat twice?”

“Millie possesses remarkable vigilance. We came close to triumph on multiple occasions.” A fleeting

pang of remorse danced across Darin’s visage.

“I have no reservations. Her demise must be hastened.”