Chapter 565

“Madam, you may now venture forth.”

Promptly, Millie descended the stairs, her steps laden with palpable fatigue. The recollection that she

had abstained from sustenance for an entire day cast a weary pall upon her countenance.

Considering the substantial distance to the hospital, energy replenishment appeared imperative.

Guided by her instincts, she migrated to the kitchen, culminating in the concoction of a bowl of

nourishing, sweet soup.

Bria emerged into the kitchen’s domain.

“Mrs. Celeste Thomas hungers. Carry this to her.”

Millie elected to disregard the directive from the commanding woman.

Just as this interplay unfolded, a servant hastened over.

“Madam, might your mobile phone rest on the upper floor? It resonates in the bedroom.”

A cursory touch confirmed Millie’s omission in securing her mobile device.

Undoubtedly, it was a call from Teresa. With haste, Millie ascended the staircase.

Even after the phone call, Bria’s stationary presence within the kitchen persisted.

“I conjecture you’re now prepared to ingest this broth and hasten to the hospital.

Believe it or not, unless you deliver this serving to Mrs. Celeste Thomas, egress from this estate’s gate

shall remain an elusive prospect.”

Millie’s retort manifested a placid nonchalance.

“Minion.”

Bria’s vexation culminated in the retort, “You! Mrs. Celeste Thomas extended to you the grace of

absolution. Ingratitude becomes you.”

Yet a curious smirk etched itself onto Bria’s visage, unsettling Millie’s equilibrium.

“What befits your amusement?”

“I derive mirth from your naivety. Do you genuinely believe that Mrs. Celeste Thomas orchestrated your

grandmother’s plight? I have served her for years, and her disposition is not one of such malevolence.”

What? Millie’s reflexes spurred her to grasp Bria’s collar.

“Are you culpable?”

“I stand guiltless. Throughout the day, I remained ensconced on the premises. An inquiry amongst the

estate’s occupants shall corroborate my assertion.”