Chapter 155

Chapter: 155

“What have you done to my grandmother? Don’t you dare touch her, Mia. I'll kill you!” Millie shouted.

“You should calm down, Millie. Don’t worry, the picture was just to scare you a little. Besides, | just thought | should help your

grandmother. She seems to be in pain even in her sleep. | really want to end her pain, but you know me. I’m not stupid enough to

risk my freedom from this worthless old hag.”

The joy in Mia's tone as she spoke, was like a dagger piercing into Millie’s sides.

These people were so wicked. They had crossed all boundaries that existed.

“Since | can’t do anything right now, I’ve decided to come and visit your grandmother every day. I'll tell her stories too. Do you

think she will like it? Or will she die from it?”

Millie spat out through gritted teeth, “Mia, get out of there now! Do it, or I'll send this picture to my lawyer and have you sued.”

“Fine, fine, I'll leave... for now. Just keep in mind that you stole the life that was meant to be mine. I’ll make you pay for it for the

rest of your life,” Mia warned threateningly and hung up directly.

The next second, Millie was on the line with Teresa who was supposed to be looking after her grandmother. It was only after

Teresa told her that Mia had been sent out by the security guards that Millie calmed down.

Millie was still shaken from today’s episode. She even removed a few bodyguards from their posts at home and told them to go

and protect her grandmother in the hospital. She wanted to go to the hospital herself, but Gemma stopped her with good reason.

Her grandmother would only worry if she saw her in this state.

Millie stayed home for the next two days, recovering from her injuries. In these two days, she didn’t see any sign of Marcus at

home.

Millie was frustrated, depressed, and was on the verge of giving up. She even hired someone to find out where Leon was, but to

no avail. Leon had decided not to show himself, and her grandma’s condition got worse by the day. If she didn’t have the surgery

as soon as possible, it might be too late later on.

When Bruce entered the room, he stood, baffled at the dejected look on Millie's face.

“What's bothering you so much?” he asked, walking towards her.

Millie looked at Bruce, then got up and went to get him a cup of coffee.

Bruce noticed the injuries on Millie’s face and neck. “What happened to you?” he asked, taking his coffee from her.

Millie shrugged and lied easily, “I tripped downstairs and fell.”

To her surprise, Bruce believed her immediately and laughed mockingly at her.

“What on earth were you doing to stumble down the stairs at your age? Were you sleepwalking or what?”

Millie rolled her eyes and looked away.

Some time after the fun had died down, Bruce smiled happily at Millie and said, “I hate how dejected you look right now.

Wallowing in gloom will only bring you more bad luck. Come on, let’s go some place nice.”

Millie clutched a pillow to her, shaking her head fervently. “I can’t go out yet. I’m not fully recovered. Besides, look at my face

covered in gauze. I’d better just stay home and take care of my wounds.”

“That can’t stop you from going out. You used to wear a mask and go out every day.