Chapter 453

After their departure, Millie’s lips tightened.

Was Nancy truly leaving? She suspected that Nancy might not really want to go.

Marcus slid Nancy's application into his drawer, then tured to Millie, his brow furrowed.

“Wait, you didn’t finish the story. How did you fall into that snow pit?”

Millie waved her hand in dismissal. “It’s nothing, really,” she replied, brushing off his concern. “The pit was hidden, and I

stumbled into it. | was lucky to survive.” ©

She resolved to drop the issue with Nancy for now, especially since Nancy was leaving, and she had no proof.

Marcus’ brow furrowed. He knew Millie was withholding the truth from him.

He was no fool. He had already pieced together a theory based on Nancy's strange behavior, but he couldn’t act against her

right away.

Millie reached for a glass of water and drank, her mouth parched from talking.

After quenching her thirst, she set down the glass and reclined on the bed, fatigue overtaking her. She needed rest to care for

her grandmother as soon as she could.

The following day, Millie’s condition had not improved significantly despite her resolve to take care of herself.

Suffering from a mild fever, she slowly opened her heavy eyes to find Marcus sitting by her bedside, clad in a black windbreaker.

He was leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees, hands clasped.

Two packed suitcases stood in the room. Upon hearing a rustle from the bed, Marcus tur his attention toward the sound.

“Are you leaving?” Millie asked, eyeing the suitcases.

“You can come back when you feel better,” he replied.

Indeed, they had intended to leave early that morning, but Marcus had found Millie feverish and unwell. After calling a doctor and

administering medicine, their departure had been postponed.

Millie propped herself up, insisting, “No, let’s go back now.”

Marcus paused before responding, “Don’t be headstrong. We'll leave this afternoon.

Our work here is done, and | want everyone to unwind before we go.”

Millie had no retort.

“| need to freshen up first,” she said, managing to rise from the bed. Her sweat-soaked hair clung to her skin.