Chapter 110

Marcus watched as Millie’s lips twisted in apparent dissatisfaction. The woman did not seem proud of her physical attractiveness.

She even scowled disapprovingly at him, as if the exposure of her real face was his fault. Marcus could not help but wonder why

she deliberately disguised her beauty.

“What are you still standing there for? Take Millie to one of the spare rooms so that she can change her dress.”

Soon, Millie was changing her dress in a previously empty room.

Celeste looked her up and down. If Millie did not come from a poor background, she and her son would be a perfect match.

Celeste felt like she had ridden a roller coaster that night. Earlier, she nearly passed out from rage when she spotted Millie at the

party, despite having forbidden her to come. Then, she saw her daughter-in-law’s real face, and now, she did not know how to

feel about Millie.

Rhea pushed the door open and called, “Mrs. Thomas.”

She clenched her teeth, feeling worried and furious at the same time. Celeste’s reaction after seeing Millie’s face scared her.

The prospect of the older woman siding with Millie in the future worried her.

“Mrs. Thomas, | think your dress got wet too. Let me help you dry it.”

Rhea, holding a handkerchief, dabbed at Celeste’s dress just enough to reveal the blood smear on her wrist.

“What happened to your wrist?” Celeste asked worriedly as she grabbed Rhea’s hand to examine her wrist.

“I'm fine. Millie accidentally scratched me with her fingernails when | tried to pull her up before she fell into the water. Don’t worry;

this won’t happen again. | know Millie hates me, so I'll stay away from her as much as | can from now on.”

Millie scoffed and rolled her eyes. Rhea was really good at lying.

She raised her hands and showed them her trimmed fingernails.

“That doesn’t make sense at all. My nails aren’t long enough to hurt you.”

Celeste examined Millie’s fingernails. Indeed, they were cut short. She could not have scratched Rhea as badly as she claimed

with those fingernails.

Caught off guard, Rhea’s face went completely white.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. The truth was that, in her rage, she had scratched herself with her fingernails.

“Oh. It seems that | forgot what really happened to my wrist. I’m sorry, Mrs. Thomas. I'll leave you two alone to treat this scratch.

Anyway, | think Millie is very lovely. She and Marcus make a wonderful couple. She’s even more beautiful than my sister.”

Upon hearing that, a heavy cloud settled over Celeste’s face, as if she had just remembered something unpleasant.

She grasped Rhea’s hand again.

“T’'ll treat your wound. Let's clean it first, so it won’t get infected.”