Chapter 573

Gravity furrowed the physician’s brow, hinting at the challenge that lay ahead.

Millie, preempting the somber narrative, ventured her query.

“Doctor, my grandmother shall overcome, will she not?”

“Miss Brown, you must gird your spirit. Your grandmother shall not rouse from her slumber unless…”

“Unless what? Pray, divulge the requisites, and I shall strive to fulfill them.”

“Only if Leon is invited can the possibility materialize. His medical exploits have woven a saga of

legend. Were he to grace your grandmother’s ailment with his ministrations, recovery might find her.

Time, however, dwindles.”

A pall of ashen despair settled upon Millie. She faltered, her backward step a manifestation of her

inability to cajole Leon. iiss Brown?”

Within the ICU’s sanctum, an orchestra of medical contraptions erupted in a cacophonous crescendo,

its dissonance a counterpoint to the silence. A torrent of crimson fluid gushed forth from her

grandmother’s lips, limbs convulsing in a disconcerting dance, as though she grappled with an

insurmountable affliction.

Witnessing this, Millie’s lids remained resolute, unwilling to blink.

“What manner of upheaval is this?”

A phalanx of physicians descended upon her grandmother’s bedside, their expertise a lifeline for the

ailing woman. Millie’s respiration faltered as she beheld this tableau.

The physician who had shared his prognosis sought ingress, halted only by Millie’s grip.

“Doctor, I possess a plan. Stand sentinel over my grandmother and anticipate my swift return.”

Releasing her grip on the doctor, Millie surged from the hospital’s confines and hailed a taxi. The

urgency to save her grandmother propelled her forward.

Guided by the address provided by Ethan, Millie hastened to the legendary Sirius Villa – Leon’s abode.

Raindrops composed a symphony as she approached, a solitary silhouette ready to ring the doorbell.

Within the villa’s chambers, the chime of the doorbell reached Julius’ ears. Hastily, he donned his attire

and bridged the distance to the entrance, where a stranger awaited.

“Whom do you seek?”

Sincerity cloaked Millie’s voice as she uttered, “I search for Leon. Kind sir, might you grant me passage

to glimpse him?”

Yet Julius’ grip on the door was unwavering. “The hour is late. What spurs your yearning to meet him?”

“Urgency compels my plea. I am Millie, wife to the Thomas family’s second young master. Leon is my

cousin-in-law. Pray, permit my ingress.”

Startled recognition flashed in Julius’ eyes at Millie’s revelation. “Wait momentarily. I shall solicit Mr.

Thomas’ consent.”

Within the sanctum of the master bedroom, Leon occupied the edge of the bed, his countenance

marred by a furrowed brow. His words dripped with coldness.