Chapter 613

Additionally, she had already intended to leave him at this point.

Grace wanted to continue discussing the matter with Millie, but she realized she was running late.

“Oh no! I have to get to work. I’ll come see you after my shift.”

As the relentless march of time unfurled its wings, Millie embarked upon the path of leasing a modest

apartment in close proximity to the hospital’s embrace.

Millie’s deliberate silence in the hospital left Marcus puzzled and adrift, a riddle unsolved.

Amidst the journey towards the bustling shopping emporium, a cleaner cast a surreptitious glance upon

Millie, her gaze a fleeting dance that diverted as swiftly as the changing winds.

The woman bore an air of familiarity that stirred the currents of Millie’s attention, leading her to cross

the distance. Once more, their eyes converged, and in that moment, Millie’s gaze unveiled a long-lost

visage.

Bria was veiled in the garb of a laborer’s vestments, her countenance veiled by a shroud of dust and

hardship. A transformation had overtaken her; she was no longer the haughty figure who had dwelled

within the opulent villa’s walls.

A derisive curve graced Millie’s lips, a subtle embodiment of her sentiment. “So now, this is where life

has brought you?”

A retort quivered on Bria’s lips. “You mistake me for another.”

Bria departed, carrying the implements with her. An aura of deep chagrin enveloped her, casting a

shadow upon her countenance. The sentiment towards Millie had been less than amicable in the past,

yet Celeste’s trust in her had been unwavering.

Despite her status as a servant, her tenure with the Thomas family spanned a considerable expanse,

rendering her untouchable.

But now, she lost miserably.

At this juncture, her son and daughter-in-law found themselves subjected to a sweeping ban across

numerous corporations. The prospect of securing respectable employment had become an elusive

pursuit. Neither of them displayed an inclination towards toiling in menial vocations.

Persistently, her daughter-in-law advocated for severing the marital tie, citing her aversion to enduring

a life of hardship. The familial situation had descended into disarray.

She was aware of her son’s character. His propensity for achievement was scarce.

The fortuitous opportunity at the Thomas Group had materialized largely through her influence.

As Bria retreated, her spirit weighed down by dejection, Millie’s mobile device stirred to life, its cadence

heralding an incoming call from Gemma.

“Mrs. Thomas, when shall you come back home?”

Gemma’s ears were graced with the truth that spilled from Millie’s lips. “Home may forever elude my

return, as I’ve sought refuge within the walls of a rented sanctuary.”

“why this sudden exodus? Know you not that Bria, the vexing pestilence, has been banished? No one

shall orchestrate your downfall anew. Return, we beseech.”

“What led to Bria’s banishment?”