Chapter 572

Upon reaching the ICU entrance, Teresa’s figure materialized.

“Teresa, please rest. I’ll attend to my grandmother tonight.”

Teresa, upon sighting Millie, faltered momentarily.

“Millie, there’s no need for you to be here. I’m staying for the night. I’ll keep you updated if anything

transpires. Return home; you look unwell. Rest is imperative.”

Her home in the countryside remained her sole refuge.

“I find solace in staying here. Teresa, you’ve tirelessly cared for my grandmother lately. Please take a

rest.”

Recognizing Millie’s steadfast determination, Teresa refrained from pressing the matter further.

Within the corridor’s emptiness, Millie claimed a frigid seat. A fervent desire arose within her for her

grandmother to awaken, proclaiming an urge to depart for their home. Together, they would leave this

place behind.

Within the confines of Leon’s vehicle, Lois unfurled her palm, only to discover it dappled with a

gossamer sheen of perspiration. Mere moments ago, when their paths converged with Millie’s, a

semblance of composure adorned her countenance, yet within the sanctuary of her chest, an

undercurrent of disquietude rippled.

Leon’s gaze lingered upon Millie, his eyes bereft of affection, bearing instead an enigmatic visage that

sowed seeds of unease within her.

Millie, resplendent and beguiling, stood in stark contrast to her own demeanor.

Adulations cascaded upon her, extolling her virtues of gentleness and magnanimity, while she

remained ensnared in the tapestry of her own monotony.

“Word has it that Millie beseeched you for intervention on behalf of her ailing grandmother. Is that

true?” Lois began, her fingers absently tracing the tendrils near her ear as she ventured cautiously.

Leon’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.

“Indeed, she did.”

“Why not wield your surgical prowess for her grandmother’s salvation? Your aptitude in the medical

realm is unparalleled. Success would assuredly crown your endeavor.”

“I no longer bear the mantle of a physician. The province of surgery belongs to those who still dwell

within that realm.”

The frigidity of Leon’s rejoinder provided assurance for Lois. After all, the distance between Millie and

Leon needed to widen for her own tranquility.

At the hospital’s entrance, two figures, trailing Lois surreptitiously, materialized from the shadows of a

colossal pillar, each one expelling a disdainful spittle onto the ground beneath.

“Blast it all! She remains tethered to Leon’s side. Our prospects today are naught.”

“Fret not, for in the coming days, an opportunity shall surface, and we shall abduct her without delay.”

In the depths of night, outside the ICU’s precincts, a physician engaged Millie in conversation.