Chapter 131

Marcus, his expression condescending, made no effort to repeat himself as he looked down at her.

Two seconds later, Millie motioned to a nearby servant.

“Come here and fetch him a glass of milk.”

“Did | ask for her involvement?” Marcus restrained his temper, his patience wearing thin. They had just left the bar, yet Millie

seemed determined to provoke him once more.

It seemed tonight’s lesson wasn’t enough for her.

Millie instinctively lowered her head, stealing a glance at her legs as the memories of soreness and numbness flooded back.

She vigorously shook her head, attempting to shake off the remnants of humiliation.

Her once chipper mood had been abruptly shattered. Reluctantly, Millie set down her fork and reminded herself to regain

composure.

She stood up and made her way to the kitchen, retrieving an empty glass. Millie reached for a large bottle of milk resting on the

table, pouring its contents into the glass before extending it to him.

Marcus cast a glance her way, accepting the glass at a deliberate pace. However, the moment he carried it into his study, a

triumphant smirk crept across his face.

In the earliest rays of dawn, nestled within the confines of the Browns’ homestead, Mia was absorbed in the morming paper

when an unexpected headline provoked a cry from her.

“No way! Millie’s face wasn’t marred at all. That was an artificial scar. She tricked us!”

Gianna, her coffee companion, nearly suffered a beverage accident upon hearing the shocking revelation.

With a swift, incensed movement, Gianna seized the paper from Mia’s hands and scanned the article, rage tremors resonating

through her fingers.

“This vile girl has been feigning ugliness all this time!”

The previous night’s gala, organized by Claudia, had been swarming with media, resulting in Millie’s true visage plastered across

the news, accompanied by a meticulous narration of the evening’s events.

Each line in the newspaper felt like a personal affront to Gianna’s eyes, leading her to viciously rip the article to shreds.

“Deception has been her game all along. She has eyed us warily since childhood, thus the deception. We sorely underestimated

her.

“I'm clearly jinxed. Marcus is perfectly able-bodied, Millie’s face isn’t tarnished, and I’m the butt of the joke.” Mia ruffled her hair,

sneering at her misfortune.

But in no time, her demeanor shifted once more.

“We can’t allow my uncle to treat Millie’s grandmother. I’ve been hoodwinked! By both Marcus and Millie. | could've been his

bride. It's maddening.”

Since the day she discovered that Marcus was not impaired, Mia had been feeling the sting of regret.