Chapter 568

Ultimately, after a protracted interval, the doctor successfully extracted the offending fish bone lodged

within Celeste’s throat, the fragment now resting on a sterile tray.

“Why would such a sizable fish bone be left unattended? Neglecting such a hazard could imperil a

person’s life.”

After a pause, Celeste’s glare bore into Millie.

“Eject her from here. Let her kneel at the gate, and she mustn’t rise without my consent. Marcus,

should you intervene on her behalf this time, you shall forfeit any claim to being my son.”

Her teeth pressed into her lower lip, Millie voiced her defense. “Even though I anticipate disbelief, I

must assert that I did not insert the fish bone. It was Bria.

While I ascended to retrieve my phone, she surreptitiously introduced the fish bone into the soup.”

“Unfounded, Mrs. Millie Thomas. What have I done to deserve your vile accusation?” Bria’s

protestation exuded desperation.

A resounding thud accompanied Celeste’s table-pound, an eloquent manifestation of her ire.

“Millie, do you presume anyone will lend credence to your words? Exile her from. this vicinity. This

malicious woman seeks my demise.”

Promptly, Millie found herself dragged away. Marcus cast her merely a fleeting glance before averting

his gaze.

As the heavens roared and precipitation intensified, raindrops saturated Millie’s form, permeating her to

the core.

Standing amid the deluge, her shivers bore witness to both cold and hunger.

Palms sheltering her rain-misted visage, Millie confronted the truth. Rhea’s stratagem had

outmaneuvered her.

As she lowered her hands, Marcus’ silhouette materialized. Accompanied by a servant wielding an

umbrella, he stood on the threshold, sheltered from the downpour.

He looked like an emperor enshrined in nobility, and she, an impoverished wanderer.

Millie’s gaze fixated on Marcus. It marked the second instance where Celeste had cast her into the

rain. The previous occurrence unfolded when Celeste imposed retribution for Millie’s action of pushing

Rhea into the lake. She had fled then, only for Marcus to subsequently track her down at the restaurant

and retrieve her.

This time, she understood he would not come to her aid.

“Lam innocent.”

Millie articulated her defense, knowing her words held scant sway.

“Who will accord you belief?” Marcus’ tone was icy cold.

“Mr. Thomas, Mrs. Celeste Thomas has ordered her to kneel by the gate.” Bria emerged, taking stock

of Millie’s rain-drenched plight.

“Millie, madam commands you to kneel; standing there is not an option.”