Chapter 528

“What prompts this sentiment? | cannot claim a fortune surpassing Marcus’. Since youth, he’s consistently excelled in every

aspect.”

“Capability may favor Marcus, but his choice of spouse troubles the waters. While others opt for well-mannered and cultivated

young ladies, he weds a provocateur who stokes rather than diffuses. Since her arrival, my blood pressure has seen a noticeable

surge.”

Unbeknownst to Celeste, her demeaning commentary on Millie reached the latter's ears.

Millie deposited the washed fruits upon her return, taking a measured breath.

“Bruce, Mother, please indulge in these fruits.”

Millie harbored an inclination to retreat upstairs, yet she understood that succumbing would only cast her as an instigator bereft

of social acumen.

Celeste remained indifferent to Millie’s presence, engrossed in conversation with Bruce.

“Have you encountered Leon’s betrothed? Miss Rayne embodies not only beauty but also intellect and grace. She appears to be

an exemplary partner and supporter.

Then there’s our family... I’m envious.”

Bruce’s regret at visit heightened. Had he known he’d endure Celeste’s ceaseless complaints, he would have abstained.

“In truth, Millie exhibits promise. Perhaps a touch ungainly, yet she won't impede Marcus. With guidance, she can evolve and

contribute positively.”

Between Millie and Lois, Bruce leaned towards the former. Lois basked in the protective shade of her parents, while Millie

navigated life with no such refuge.

Millie’s brow furrowed at the portrayal of her clumsiness.

“No one can instruct her. And should anyone dare, she might resort to violence. | wouldn’t be shocked if she extended her hand

to slap her own supposed mother someday,” Celeste quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Bruce appeared puzzled, inquiring, “Millie, are you resorting to violence?”

“You missed the event. This morning, she shattered a vase, stubbornly pinning the blame on the newly recruited maid. Bria, who

boasts the most seniority in this household, stepped forth to defend the maid. Millie, however, struck Bria across the face. She

even threatened to procure poison for a potential act of harm. Such venom.”

“Is this factual?” Bruce’s incredulity was palpable.

Lips pursed, Millie met his gaze but opted for silence. Speaking up now would be a daunting endeavor.

Having learned Celeste’s temperament, Millie understood that confronting her directly would exacerbate the matter.

The atmosphere soured, and Bruce awkwardly scratched his head, his laughter tinged with unease.

“Alright, how about this? I'll take Millie with me. | know a master adept at antique restoration. Perhaps the vase can be salvaged.

It's better than harboring it as a source of distress.”

“You possess a connection to a skilled restorer?” Celeste inquired.