Chapter 778

Millie nodded in a wordless affirmation.

A sense of guilt washed over Millie’s grandmother, causing her to lower her eyes.

She had never anticipated that the boy who had faced academic setbacks and lost everything would

rise to such fame, especially considering his connection to the Thomas family. What added even more

astonishment was that he eventually played a crucial role in saving her life.

Amidst reverie, Millie’s grandmother retraced time’s footsteps. She recalled a peculiar scene along her

homeward path: Millie, accompanied by a lad. This sight was unusual, as Millie had always been seen

by herself.

A clandestine revelation dawned—a tender affection kindled within Millie for this youth. Gracefully

composed, her grandmother subtly pursued knowledge of the boy’s background.

In the neighboring town, young Flynn resided, his existence intertwined with that of his mother who

navigated life’s tumultuous waters as a woman in a disgraceful profession.

Doubts clouded Millie’s grandmother’s thoughts, skeptical that such a mother could birth virtue. The

school the boy attended was notorious, synonymous with an air of negativity. She could not fathom a

union between Millie and this young man.

And yet, days unfurled, and the tableau of Millie and Flynn unfurled with them.

Conversations danced, laughter harmonized, and offerings of sustenance flowed from Millie’s hands to

Flynn’s.

Her silent concerns swirled in secrecy, entwined with the conviction that this union would break the

delicate threads of Millie’s destiny. Yet she had to pretend ignorant of their union.

Millie held steadfast to her convictions. Severing the bond between them might wound her heart. Once,

a distant journey beckoned Millie’s grandmother and Millie herself.

The kin they visited were deeply entrenched in the firecracker trade. In the midst of an afternoon

reprieve, a sudden eruption engulfed the room housing their explosive wares, flames consuming the

space.

Amidst the chaos of the fire, a falling pillar struck Millie’s head. Fortunately, her grandmother acted

swiftly and managed to extract Millie from the scene while she remained unconscious.

In the aftermath, Millie grappled with a head injury and the suffocating embrace of smoke’s breath.

Vigilant care cocooned her, shrouding her consciousness for a fortnight before she once again

awakened.

Upon awakening, Millie discovered a fragment of her memory missing, including memories of the boy.

Her grandmother saw it as fate.

Millie’s grandmother neglected to disclose to her that she had suffered memory loss, to the extent of

forgetting even her own nickname.

Transporting Millie home in her comatose state was difficult, prompting her grandma to care for her at

the hospital there.

Upon the grandmother’s return to retrieve garments, her discerning gaze alighted upon the familiar

countenance of the boy.

“Madam, have you perchance crossed paths with Aisha? I seek her presence.”

“Sir, do you, by any chance, possess knowledge of a maiden named Aisha?” “Pardon me, dear lady,

but have you had the privilege of knowing a fair-skinned damsel named Aisha?”

Under the relentless sun, the boy persisted, undaunted by its fiery gaze and unperturbed by the

skepticism that lingered in others’ eyes.

“Nay, Iam not acquainted.”