Chapter 972

As Millie went to handle the discharge paperwork, she passed by a ward where Nancy called out to

her.

“Millie, stop!”

Turning, Millie saw a middle-aged man and woman standing beside Nancy.

Upon noticing Millie’s unwillingness to enter, Nancy’s voice dripped with scorn.

“You don’t dare to come in after doing something wrong? Millie, I really look down upon you.”

Millie’s eyes flicked to Nancy’s injured hand, thinking that she got what she deserved.

Finally, she stepped into the ward. If she wasn’t mistaken, the middle-aged couple were Mr. Fairclough

and his wife, whom she recognized from a newspaper.

Millie couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s so funny. You clearly lifted a stone only to drop it on your own foot-or

rather, smash your own hand. In the end, you gained nothing. You must be filled with regret now.”

Millie had pieced together the events of the previous night. Had Marcus not intervened, the henchmen

under Rhea and Nancy’s command would not have released her.

Suddenly, Nancy had rushed forward to take the blow. What Nancy truly wanted was for Marcus to lay

blame on Millie, but he surprisingly believed her instead.

“You…”

Nancy was visibly irate at Millie’s audacity to mock her, clenching her fists tightly.

Had there not been others present, she would have leaped out of bed to slap Millie.

With swift control, Nancy composed herself, adopting a pitiful expression as she turned to the people

next to her.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fairclough, please take a seat.”

The Faircloughs exchanged glances and frowned.

“Nancy, did she hurt your hand?” Mr. Fairclough asked, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Millie with

clear displeasure.

His eyes were sharp, Millie noted, as if piercing through her.

“Yes, it was she who smashed my hand with a chair,” Nancy said, lowering her head and speaking in a

feeble voice. “She knew well that I’ve been designing jewelry for the wedding.”

Her tone was such that anyone who observed the scene would undoubtedly feel sympathy for her.

“You are so malicious,” Mrs. Fairclough railed at Millie. “You’ve hurt Nancy’s hand. How are we to

proceed with the wedding now?

Though you look young, you’re evidently heartless. A designer’s hand is as vital as her life. How could

you dare harm her? You’ll answer for this.”

Throughout Mrs. Fairclough’s tirade, Nancy’s head remained lowered, but a triumphant smile played on

her lips. Hearing Millie being castigated soothed her.

Millie, however, remained indifferent to Mrs. Fairclough’s rebukes.