Chapter 444

Nancy’s heart hammered in her chest as she raced downstairs, her thoughts swirling in panic. She could almost hear the sound

of her world crumbling. If Millie was indeed alive...

Upon reaching the hotel’s entrance, Nancy's fears were confirmed as Millie alighted from the car.

The moment Millie got out of the vehicle and locked eyes with Nancy who was at the entrance of the hotel, her eyes became

frigid.

Nancy had been the architect of Millie’s fall into the snow pit. How could someone harbor such malice?

That bitch must be so shocked and scared to see that she had returned safe and sound.

Millie’s sneer showed no fear, only contempt. Perhaps, divine intervention had spared her, affording her the opportunity to exact

revenge on the treacherous Nancy.

Marcus, observing the frigid exchange, furrowed his brow, his sharp gaze shifting to Nancy.

Under their combined scrutiny, Nancy faltered, her eyes dropping to the ground.

Millie, that wretched creature! Had she told Marcus about the trap? Nancy’s mind raced, her eyes momentarily flashing with a

feral intensity, as she wrestled with the reality of Millie’s unexpected return.

After Millie retreated to her room, Nancy remained rooted to the spot, her fingers absently scratching her head in bewilderment.

How had Millie survived the frigid night?

Was the universe playing some cruel jest at her expense?

Meanwhile, in her own room, Millie was attended to by a physician.

Marcus, ever watchful, followed the doctor as he left, anxiety furrowing his brow.

“How is she?” he inquired, his voice tinged with concern.

“Mr. Thomas, please be at ease,” the doctor reassured him. “I've examined her organs, and they appear unharmed. Her breath is

a tad weak, but with proper rest, she should fully recover.”

With the doctor's departure, Derek approached Marcus, who stood in contemplation.

“Mr. Thomas,” Derek greeted.

Marcus put his hands in his pockets, wearing a stern expression.

“Don't you find it peculiar? Why would Millie wander into the desolate snow forest?”

Derek's confusion mirrored Marcus’. The whole thing was so unfathomable.

“Mr. Thomas, perhaps we should ask her what really happened,” he suggested.

Marcus’ eyes flicked upward, his gaze fixing on the ceiling. Millie, he knew, was a woman of fierce independence, often choosing

to grapple with her problems alone.