Chapter 574

“No.”

Julius wavered, torn between directives.

“she stands amidst the rain, bereft of shelter. Her yearning to meet you appears fervent and

unyielding.”

Leon’s lips remained sealed. Julius pivoted, poised to disperse Millie.

“Wait!”

Rising, Leon advanced to the monitoring console, beholding Millie’s form, a shivering silhouette within

the rain’s embrace.

Had she not been confined to the hospital? What impelled her here in such a bedraggled state?

The monitor dimmed, and Leon decreed, “Admit her.”

In compliance, Julius escorted Millie indoors. Amidst the expanse of the room, she clasped her arms,

the villa’s chill invading her frame.

The measured cadence of footfalls on the spiral European stairs heralded Leon’s descent. Clad in an

alabaster shirt, he exuded an aura of luminance.

Millie, mustering her resolve, pinched her palm. No alternative existed; today she must secure his

concurrence for her grandmother’s surgery.

Drawing near, Leon assumed an elegant seat, legs elegantly entwined. He cast an appraising gaze

upon Millie, his voice a dispassionate refrain. “The hour strikes one past midnight. Does this juncture

deem it propitious for visitation?”

Millie inhaled deeply, beseeching Leon, “Leon, I beg you, wield your surgical prowess on behalf of my

grandmother. I pledge unwavering servitude in return, a testament to my gratitude.”

Beg?

A memory stirred – that word had never graced her lips before. With a playful smile, Leon surveyed

Millie’s drenched form, noting her heightened embarrassment compared to their hospital encounter.

The bite of the rain had left her complexion pallid, her nose tinged with a frosty blush.

“Beg? Is this your notion of pleading? A beg so meager?”

His smile bore a cruelty that cut deep, leaving Millie confounded. What did he intend? Did he seek…

Millie’s eyelids fluttered shut as she descended to her knees. “Very well, I beseech you, save my

grandmother.”

Tears welled in her eyes, a testament to her conviction—this was a sacrifice she deemed worthwhile for

her grandmother, her pillar of existence. Without her, Millie would never have thrived or drawn breath.

She would try every means possible to make her grandmother alive.

Stunned, Leon’s eyes flickered with an inscrutable emotion. Millie’s genuflection had caught him off

guard. In truth, he recognized the stark facet of his own ruthlessness. The idea of operating on her

grandmother had never before traversed his mind’s expanse.

He regarded his very existence as a misfortune. Those moments of significance that once adorned his

life had long since faded into oblivion.