Chapter 340

Chapter: 340

Leon’s profession as a doctor granted him knowledge about medications and their usage. However, the fact that the doctor did

not directly inform her earlier left Millie with a sense that he might have intentionally withheld the information from her.

Millie contemplated the possibility that Leon might have instructed the doctor to withhold any information from her intentionally.

The thought lingered, leaving her with a sense of uncertainty and suspicion.

Considering the doctor’s reluctance to divulge further details, Millie made up her mind not to press any further with her inquiries.

Leon’s behavior was erratic and unpredictable. Perhaps he preferred to keep his assistance anonymous.

Despite his apparent impatience during their encounters, she was surprised to discover his clandestine aid in securing her

grandmother’s medication. It appeared he was not as unfeeling as she had initially perceived.

Her hopes now rested on the doctor swiftly reaching Leon and his ability to continue assisting with the medicine procurement.

She vowed to remember and appreciate his benevolence.

Upon Millie’s return from the hospital, night had draped itself across the sky.

Despite the late hour, the housework assigned by Celeste awaited her unyieldingly.

As soon as she entered the house, Millie saw the cleaning tools placed in the center of the living room — the rag, mop, bucket,

and maid’s uniform.

Celeste, swathed in a long dark blue dress and absorbed in her television viewing, rose and switched off the large LCD screen at

Millie’s arrival. She approached the somewhat stunned Millie.

“Your tardiness implies a desire to shirk your responsibilities,” Celeste chided icily.

Observing Millie's silence, Celeste continued her reproach. “Merely having wedding photographs with my son doesn't entitle you

to be the lady of the Thomas family. 1 aspire for a glamorous, well-matched, and well-reputed daughter-in-law, which you,

unfortunately, are not.”

Millie was undeniably attractive, but her reputation in high society was marred by disgrace. Celeste’s card-playing companions,

already gathered upon her late arrival at the club, wasted no time in indulging in derogatory gossip about her.

Rumors accused Millie of a myriad of misdeeds, including theft, truancy, promiscuity, and flirtations, during her school years.

One affluent lady even asserted that her less fortunate relative had a child who shared the school with Millie, corroborating the

veracity of the aforementioned allegations.

Outraged, Celeste struggled to contain herself. Once an untouchable lady of high status, she found herself the pitied object of

these people for being related to such a daughter-in-law.

Having issued her instructions to Millie, Celeste retreated to her quarters.

Millie gave her cheek a resigned pat, stretched her arms, and steeled herself for the reality of her situation. As long as she

resided in this house, these tasks were her responsibility. She picked up the bucket and moved to collect water, ready to begin

the cleaning process.

As minutes morphed into hours, the sprawling mansion was alive only with Millie’s activity. The cool night air provided little relief

from the sweat sheen her exertions produced.

Wearied to her core, Millie lugged the water-filled bucket downstairs, pausing to wipe her brow. She caught a glimpse of the

study room, where the door was ajar and a soft light spilled out. Marcus remained inside, immersed in business dealings.

Swiftly averting her gaze from the study, Millie continued her mopping and cleaning tasks with haste. Another hour elapsed

before she concluded her cleaning, leaving only the still-illuminated study untouched.

Marcus was still awake!