Chapter 578

“Kindly abstain from gracing us with your early arrivals henceforth. Julius shall orchestrate the morning

repast,” Leon said as he entered the dining room, his utterances in tandem with his entrance.

Lois’ hand hesitated, suspended in its motion, as she beheld him.

Leon, avoiding her gaze, stated, “Such endeavors shall only drain your vigor.”

Following the morning repast, Lois left the villa, her countenance a portrait of abstraction. Unmindful of

the trailing jeep, she embarked upon her vehicle and commenced her departure.

Unbeknownst to her, the machinations of mischief had tampered with her tire.

Lois’ car experienced a cessation of motion as it went quite a long distance beyond the Sirius Villa.

Alighting from her car, she endeavored to discern the cause, only to discern that a tire had suffered

harm.

Lois was poised to summon aid through her phone when two burly individuals disembarked from the

trailing jeep.

“Fair damsel, might we be of assistance?” they inquired.

Lois cast a discerning gaze upon them, a palpable inkling of unease enveloping her, prompting an

instinctual retreat.

“Nay, your benevolence is unwarranted,” she voiced.

“And why wouldst thou decline succor? The tire lies prostrate. Permit us to convey you in our jeep,”

they persisted.

A furtive exchange of glances ensued, swiftly followed by the forceful restraint of Lois, whose phone

was seized before she was compelled into their conveyance.

“Pray, what art thou engaged in?” Lois struggled, yet her attempts bore no fruit.

“Fret not, fair maiden. All shall be unveiled during our vehicular sojourn,” they retorted.

Lois was forcibly ushered into their conveyance, her limbs promptly ensnared by the confines of a cord.

She was gagged, evoking tremors of trepidation.

She remained ignorant of their designs.

Having wrested control of Lois, the jeep hastened away with celerity.

Amid the hospital’s silence, Millie reappeared, greeted by the doctor, clutching a prescription. The

doctor’s words danced, unheard over the storm within Millie.

The doctor nudged his glasses higher on his nose.

His voice, steady yet weighted with the truth, unfolded. “Miss Brown, I propose that you bring your

grandmother away from the hospital. Frankly, her condition is far too fragile. The confines of the

hospital room serve her little purpose. To endure the intrusion of medical contraptions seems a cruel

thing to subject her to. Instead, guide her back to the embrace of her hometown, where she can

serenade her final days.”

Within Millie’s chest, a pang of bittersweet recognition unfurled. The doctor’s words, veiled in

compassionate allure, bore the message of surrendering the struggle for her grandmother’s recovery.