Chapter 1007

The doctor inclined his head, conferring, “Alternatively, I could facilitate the dressing changes at your

residence. Convenience is paramount.”

“No need. I’ll duly present myself each night,” Marcus resolved.

Given the expansive expanse of ulceration on his wound, he couldn’t fathom Millie witnessing his

vulnerability.

With his instruments stowed, the doctor concluded his task and exited the room. Harlan’s fingers

brushed against his chin, a wry smile gracing his lips.

Marcus averted his gaze, directing his attention elsewhere as he silently bided his time, awaiting the

passage of the half-hour interval.

“Seems like you’re quite eager to rush back and catch a glimpse of that girl? And you’re keen on

shielding her from the extent of your injury. After all these years, it’s the first occasion I’ve witnessed

you so genuinely captivated by a woman,” Harlan observed.

Marcus withheld his response. He knew that Harlan’s grasp of their relationship would eventually

materialize, an inevitability he couldn’t forestall.

Absorbing Marcus’ silence, Harlan shifted gears and asked, “Would you like to dine here? I can have

someone prepare it.”

“No, thank you,” Marcus declined.

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In his recent conversation with Millie, her suggestion of waiting for him to return for dinner indicated that

she had prepared food for him. Among the culinary multitude, Millie’s creations tailored to his tastes

were unrivaled.

Harlan’s brows knitted as he processed Marcus’ refusal.

“Do you recall Ryan? Today, I glimpsed someone bearing a striking resemblance to him.”

Marcus’ body registered a faint shift. Ryan had been absent from the scene for five years. The Morgan

family had never offered a comprehensive explanation, fueling rumors that Ryan had met a tragic end.

Marcus had never subscribed to that account.

“Five years of absence, and there’s no mystery. During this span, he likely honed his skills while

maintaining a low profile. The day of retribution for Rosa draws ever nearer,” Harlan commented.

The specter of Rosa, felled by Marcus’ bullet, flickered through his thoughts.

Rosa, the Faulkner family’s youngest daughter, had also been Ryan’s beloved. She had unwittingly

succumbed to addiction, and despite the Faulkner couple’s concerted efforts, rehabilitation had

remained elusive. Rosa’s path led her to Raven Island for recovery.

In the midst of Marcus’ imminent execution of an assassin whose target was Victor, Rosa intervened

unexpectedly, stepping into the line of fire. The result was Marcus’ bullet piercing her chest and

claiming her life.

Ryan had been seized by immense anguish; his vow of retribution was aimed squarely at Marcus for

the debt of blood owed.

The enmity between the Morgan and Thomas families, stretching back to Victor’s era, had been

stemmed from power struggles.

If the individual resembling Ryan bore such an uncanny likeness, he was almost certainly Ryan.

When Marcus returned home, he found Millie busy putting away the dishes.

“Clean it up later.” Millie glanced up at him, a confused expression on her face.

Marcus took her hand and guided her to sit down. “Have dinner with me.”

He looked over the table and noted that there was still plenty of food left.