Chapter 1365

“Young man, it’s my fault that you got hurt while saving me. You shouldn’t have put yourself at risk. I’m

already an old timer with not many years left, but your future is bright. You’ve got to hang in there. My

son will be here soon.”

Millie shook her head gently, addressing the elderly woman, “Ma’am, it’s not your fault. Please don’t

blame yourself. It’s actually us who have brought trouble to your doorstep.”

Understanding the significance of Waldo to the elderly woman, Millie recognized that without her kind

shelter, the elderly woman’s home wouldn’t have turned into such a chaotic scene.

Marcus signaled Trenton, who retrieved a wallet and produced a card, handing it to the elderly woman.

“There’s some money on this card. Please accept it. The password is the last six digits of the card

number.”

The elderly woman declined, stating, “I cannot take this. You were the one who saved my life.

Throughout all my years, I have never encountered such a dramatic moment. This has truly been a

revelation for me.”

She made light of the situation as she spoke.

Trenton refrained from pressing the matter, yet when the elderly woman’s focus was elsewhere, he

discreetly positioned the card on the bedspread within her bedroom. In doing so, he anticipated that as

she retired for the night, she would come across it.

The card held a sum of one million dollars, a substantial amount that would provide the elderly woman

with the means to hire someone to renovate her home and enjoy a comfortable life during her

remaining years.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

At the hospital, just outside the entrance to the operating room, Millie paced nervously as Marcus

underwent surgery.

Marcus had experienced significant blood loss, and since Trenton and Marcus shared the same blood

type, Trenton donated 400 ml of his blood to aid Marcus. After the donation, Trenton took some time to

rest in the Lounge.

Four hours soon passed, and the operating room door creaked open.

Marcus was wheeled out and transferred to a hospital ward.

He laid on the hospital bed with his eyes shut, looking pale and fragile.

Millie’s heart ached at the sight of him in such a vulnerable state that she had never seen before.

After tucking him in, she turned to the attending doctor who was adjusting the medical equipment and

asked, “Doctor, when is he going to be awake?”

The doctor’s prognosis was grim. “He has sustained severe injuries.

It will most likely take at least three days before he regains consciousness.”

Millie bit her lip. She thought three days seemed like an eternity.

However, she was resolute in her determination to take care of Marcus, ensuring he received the

necessary care and nutrition.

With unwavering resolve, she remained at Marcus’s bedside.

That hospital room was especially tranquil, and she wanted to provide the best care for him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Millie followed the doctor’s instructions and, promptly at six

o’clock, brought warm water to carefully bathe Marcus’s body.

Trenton entered the room and found her gently wiping Marcus’s chest.