Chapter 164

Chapter: 164

“Do we truly require such an abundance of bamboo baskets for orange picking?”

Millie queried, her expression one of curiosity.

“Yes, the oranges you gather shall be purchased by Mr. Thomas himself and dispatched to the welfare home in Preagend. With

more baskets, the children will receive a greater abundance of fruit. In this era, there are few individuals akin to Mr. Thomas who

have constructed such a vast enterprise and still harbor concern for charitable endeavors,” the old man explained.

Quietly astounded, Millie sighed, never expecting Marcus to possess such a conscience.

“| shall take one and proceed to pick oranges now.”

Meanwhile, on the balcony above.

“why is Millie taking a bamboo basket?” Bruce leaned against the railing, his curiosity on display.

Marcus also leaned over and looked down. He beheld Millie donning an aged yellow straw hat and carrying a bamboo basket as

she made her way toward the orchard. In due time, Millie arrived at the orchard, gently placing the bamboo basket on the

ground, gazing upward, and commencing her task of plucking oranges.

“So she has come to pick oranges. Observe her movements—swift and efficient, plucking one after another. But the sun grows

hotter, and | hope she does not suffer from its scorching rays,” Bruce remarked.

Marcus lightly bit his lower lip, his gaze fixed on the swiftly moving figure within the grove of oranges.

“Her actions hold no bearing on me.” With those words, he tumed away from the balcony. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Don't be so absolute. Millie is incredibly beautiful. Everyone is taking a nap in the afternoon. Beware that she may attract the

attention of unsavory characters later.”

Bruce trailed behind Marcus, attempting to rouse his interest.

Marcus halted abruptly, his expression turning cold as he faced Bruce.

Bruce still believed there was a chance.

To his surprise, Marcus emitted a contemptuous snort. “She’s merely a country bumpkin. Who could possibly be fond of her? Did

she retrieve that hat from the garbage?”

This woman lacked taste in everything.

In the orchard, Millie plucked an orange and placed it gently into her basket, proceeding to select another. She hummed a tune,

weary yet content.

“Why don’t you take a break? Aren't you afraid of getting sunstroke?” A tall boy approached, his voice filled with warmth.

Millie gazed at the boy, clad in a gray T-shirt, black shorts, and sneakers. He exuded a sunny disposition.

A faint smile played on his lips.

“Of course | can’t possibly fall asleep, so | decided to come here and gather oranges.