Chapter 1193

Torn, Millie realized Marcus had a point. She truly didn’t have the time to properly care for a dog.

Reluctantly, she returned Snow to his cage.

“Woof, woof…”

Snow’s barks trailed after them, tinged with a sense of loss, as the two walked away.

Entering their home, they were met with a palpable chill in the air.

Millie looked at Marcus, her eyes tinged with reproach.

“Our big house feels so empty. Imagine how welcoming it would be if a dog were here to greet us.”

Marcus untied his necktie and shrugged.

“The last thing I’d want is a dog running around, especially if it brings germs into the house. I’ll probably

kick him accidentally.”

Millie summed it up in one word.

“Violent.”

Switching out of his shoes, Marcus playfully pinched her cheek.

“I might be a violent man, but at least I’m thinking of your well- being.”

Millie moved to the Living room and turned on the TV to catch up on last night’s series. Marcus

retreated to his study to finish up some work before joining her.

At a bar, Humphrey had called Darin out for a meeting, and Nancy was there as well. She sat quietly,

disinterested in the wine, snacks, or music.

Once a celebrated jewelry designer, her reputation was now shattered.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Not only had she lost a bet to Millie, but her voice had been caught on tape in relation to the theft of

Millie’s works.

The public perception had quickly turned, labeling her as jealous, selfish, and mean-spirited.

Humphrey tried to offer her some comfort, but it was ineffective.

Both Humphrey and Darin were in low spirits. Humphrey, having lost a lawsuit, felt particularly guilty

towards Ryan. His frustration only compounded as he found himself outmatched by Marcus time and

again.

However, Humphrey realized that his friend Darin was the one in more immediate need of consolation.

Confined to a wheelchair and unable to hold onto the people he cared about, Darin was undoubtedly

going through a tough time.

“Is there no chance of recovery?” Humphrey asked, his gaze drifting towards Darin’s wheelchair.

Darin shook his head. While he considered the possibility of seeking treatment abroad, his

responsibilities towards the family business kept him anchored. Camilla, already advanced in age,

couldn’t handle the company on her own.

Noting Darin’s silence, Humphrey made an unusual suggestion.

“How about we get a stripper? You’ve been down in the dumps, and that’s not good for your health.”