Chapter 194

Chapter: 194

“Is it feasible that Millie wasn’t the instigator of Rhea’s plight? Surely, no one inflicts harm without provocation.”

Marcus’ gaze, sharp as a honed blade, turned onto Derek.

“Are you insinuating that | wrongfully accused Millie?”

Derek trod lightly and said, “Not exactly. | just find it improbable that Millie is capable of such a heinous act.”

In Derek’s eyes, his boss was not his rational self when faced with matters concerning his wife. Who would suddenly lash out

without reason?

The clock chimed midday, yet Millie had not made her retum to the hotel.

“Mr. Thomas, it’s lunch hour. Mrs. Thomas is still away.”

Marcus spotted Millie meandering in the orchard, her intentions seemingly to take up residence amidst the greenery.

“Inform her to return promptly.”

Derek, obedient as ever, nodded. Yet he returned empty-handed.

“Mrs. Thomas claims to have no appetite. She has no desire for lunch presently.”

Marcus’ eyes narrowed suspiciously. “She claims not to be hungry? Her portions usually surpass those of everyone else. |

suspect she is still brooding over this morning's incident. The audacity of her!”

“Mrs. Thomas’ continued presence in the orchard poses a grave risk. The fugitive remains at large, potentially lurking among the

trees. Moreover, Mrs. Thomas appears to have sustained a head injury, her wound swaddled in cloth.”

Derek was visibly unsettled. When he had encountered Millie earlier, she indeed sported a cloth-bound head wound.

“Understood,” Marcus replied curtly, dismissing Derek with a wave of his hand.

Perched atop a hill, alone and agitated, Marcus loosened his tie. His visage, once calm, now trembled with suppressed

emotions. He cast a glance at the figure of Millie, who was traversing the orchard. His molars ground against one another in

unvoiced frustration.

Millie had already secured the oranges for her grandmother and arranged for a car to fetch her soon. She yearned for a swift

departure from this place.

She had no wish to return to the hotel and endure Marcus’ company. His very sight ignited a wildfire of ire within her.

In the orchard, she could breathe freely, the fresh air soothing her frayed nerves.

Nestled under an orange tree, Millie gingerly adjusted the fabric wrapped around her head, hoping to stem any recurring

bleeding.

“Millie, | requested your return for dinner. Why have you disobeyed?”

At the sound of Marcus’ exasperating voice, Millie pivoted to cast a fleeting glance at the man who was her personal tormentor.

Offering him a dismissive pout, she returned to her original position, ignoring him entirely.