Chapter 693
Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
If Marcus had brought her unhappiness, she was determined to inflict the same upon Millie.
Rhea pulled out her phone, resolute in her decision to provoke Millie once more. But when she called,
there was no answer. Though she had a barrage of sarcastic words at the ready, she found herself
without an outlet for them.
No matter, she thought. If Millie wouldnât answer her phone, she could still send a message.
âMillie, screw you. Marcus is mine. We had a wonderful night last night. His physique is incredible,
surpassing that of any male model.â
âDonât pretend youâre not affected. I know you must have read the message and you must be
devastated. Ha ha, do you understand what it means when a man lies to you? It signifies that he
doesnât care about you in the slightest. Now youâre clinging to Marcus like a desperate woman. Youâre
despicable.â
At that moment, Millie was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. Upon reading the messages, she
stopped in her tracks. She glanced outside, where the sun was unusually bright. Pulling her gaze away,
she pursed her lips and typed a brief response with one hand.
âWhose dog is barking?â
With that, she shut off her phone. She narrowed her eyes, trying to steel herself. But in reality, she felt
broken inside.
She couldnât help but wonder why Marcus had lied to her.
After finishing the soup, Millie made her way to the hospital.
Her grandmother savored two bowls of the warm soup. Millie then assisted her into the wheelchair and
gently pushed her outside to enjoy the sunshine.
As they ambled along the hospital path, Millie pushing the wheelchair at a leisurely pace, her
grandmother sensed that something was amiss. Millie was usually filled with cheerful words, always
eager to lift her spirits.
Today, Millieâs eyes were often downcast, her expression heavy with sorrow.
Her grandmother asked in a worried tone, âMillie, is something bothering you?â
âNo,â Millie replied, shaking her head.
âDonât deceive me, child. You grew up under my watchful eye. I can tell when somethingâs on your
mind,â her grandmother insisted.
Millie looked down, only to notice her grandmotherâs pure white hair. A sudden pang of emotion
overcame her.
Not wanting to cause her grandmother any distress, she leaned in, forcing a smile, about to assure her
that all was well.
Before she could speak, however, her grandmother cut her off. âIs your unhappiness because of some
trouble with Marcus?â
The smile on Millieâs face abruptly vanished, replaced by a look of shock. She felt a pang of
embarrassment. How had her grandmother guessed what was wrong?
âDonât look so astonished. Iâve been through this myself, you know. I had difficulties with your
grandfather too. The most distressing thing in the world can be relationship troubles. Did the two of you
have an argument?â her grandmother inquired with a smile. The mere sight of her smile was enough to
ease Millieâs burdens.
âItâs nothing, Grandma. Please, donât worry about me,â Millie answered, shaking her head. What could
she possibly tell her grandmother? Could she reveal that Marcus had deceived her about a business
trip, only to gallivant with Rhea? She didnât want to burden her grandmother with her problems.