Chapter 607

It was becoming evident that Marcus truly didn’t want to go through with the divorce. Millie couldn’t

fathom his thoughts.

Yet, fatigue held her mind captive. She felt unwell and desired to wash away her discomfort.

With the bags in her grasp, Millie exited her grandmother’s ward gently and made her way to the

nearby VIP room.

This VIP room was of the highest standard, equipped with various smart amenities.

Once inside the bathroom, Millie disrobed, rubbing her skin vigorously, causing it to redden.

Emerging, she uncapped the ointment and carefully applied it to her bruises.

Not spotting Marcus around, she guessed he had likely departed. Confirming the room’s privacy, she

switched off the light. Overwhelmed by fatigue, she drifted into slumber almost instantly.

As she slept, a tall man cautiously pushed the door ajar, illuminated his phone, and advanced toward

the bed in the dim glow.

Millie’s sleep was tranquil, marked by her steady breathing. Upon observing her serene and beautiful

countenance, a smile crept onto the man’s face.

His sharp gaze softened. Millie resembled a delicate blossom, and he wished for her to flourish under

his protection indefinitely.

With care, Marcus discarded his clothes and lay down.

Meanwhile, Celeste and Rhea continued their conversation.

“Rhea, do you seriously believe Millie is dead?” Celeste asked.

“You’re suggesting Millie might still be alive? Didn’t the witnesses confirm her explosion? It can’t be

fake.”

Celeste sighed. “It’s just hard to believe Millie died so suddenly. It was completely unexpected.”

Rhea responded, “Maybe she had done too many wrong things and karma caught up to her. I heard

she even placed fish bones in your soup. She was quite malicious.”

“It’s just that her demise happened at such a young age. It’s truly unfortunate for the Thomas family

and would cast a shadow on my son’s reputation.”

Suddenly, Bria rushed in, clearly flustered. Her legs felt weak. What could she do?

Since the truth had come out, what would Marcus do to her?

Her actions had far-reaching consequences.

Celeste glanced her way and inquired, “Are the dishes sent?”

Bria, unable to meet Celeste’s gaze, lowered her head and responded, “Yes, Mrs. Thomas.”