Chapter 235

Before Millie could frame a response, Leon was upon her, circling her with a predatory gaze.

As Millie readied to speak, he lifted her arm, orchestrating a full pirouette.

“What on earth are you doing?” Dizzy from the rotation, Millie found Leon’s behavior strange.

“spin a bit, clear your thoughts. Drop this idea too; | reiterate, | will not operate on anyone on my rival's turf.”

Leon strode away, leaving Millie in a simmering fury, her eyes flashing red with frustration.

“You are the coldest soul I’ve encountered! You possess the power to save a life, yet you are selfishly unmoved. Regardless of

my pleas or negotiations, you deny aid to others. You're the vilest individual I’ve come across!”

At Millie's words, Leon spun around, visibly moved. His piercing gaze landed on her, his eyes brimming with emotions.

“Who are you to pass judgment on me? Stop attempting to guilt me with your moral high ground. Look at the world around you.

How many souls perish daily? Should | rescue them all?”

With that, Leon turned on his heel and departed, leaving Millie with the sensation of being trampled and her chest aching with a

phantom pain.

Leon appeared to her as a solid block of iron, impervious to her warmth and her pleas, a fortress with no apparent breach.

Millie cradled her face, teetering on the precipice of breakdown.

If power was in her hands, she’d seize every opportunity to save a life.

“You won't save her, right? Then let me tell you, if our roles were reversed and it was my enemy's relative on that operating table,

|, Millie, would unhesitatingly save them, even if we were arch-enemies. It’s you who are intrinsically cold-hearted! I’m not

deploying moral pressure!”

With a strong, resentful voice, Millie called out to the receding figure, her words intertwined with a thread of melancholy.

The silhouette paused momentarily but resumed walking, exacerbating Millie’s disappointment.

Back in the restaurant, Derek cast an uncertain glance at the untouched chicken leg, explaining his predicament to Marcus.

“Mr. Thomas, you heard it as well. Mrs. Thomas discovered through Gemma that | testified for her; hence, this chicken leg. |

didn’t willfully ingratiate myself to her.”

Marcus merely lifted his eyelids and goaded, “Dare to give it a try?”

Derek felt somewhat relieved.

“But why did you interrupt me? You asked for my testimony, and I’m clueless as to why. | didn’t witness anything. This was my

maiden venture into perjury, and | lack experience. If Mrs. Thomas uncovers the truth, she will undoubtedly be grateful to you.”

“| don’t seek anyone’s gratitude.”

Upon returning to the restaurant, Millie sank into her chair, a tinge of disappointment evident on her face. Her gaze inadvertently

met Marcus’ before she quickly averted it, focusing instead on serving herself a bowl of porridge.