Chapter 779

“Nay, the name is unfamiliar.”

“Indeed, I’m unacquainted.”

Everyone who interacted with him expressed a strong aversion towards the boy. His exposed skin bore

several wounds, and he made reference to a girl’s name. Not a single person regarded him as a

favorable individual.

Aisha, a name known only to those in the inner sanctum of Millie’s life, was a name that had never

echoed through the corridors of her neighborhood.

Unbeknownst to the world, Aisha was the name shared between Millie and the boy, an insignia of an

affection kindled from the earliest days of youth.

“pardon me, kind lady, have you perchance crossed paths with Aisha? A soul imbued with kindness,

her stature akin to my own,” the boy inquired with unassuming earnestness.

Millie’s grandmother briskly traversed past him, unwavering in her purpose.

Unperturbed, the boy followed in step, his determination unshaken.

Without the faintest inkling of sympathy, the grandmother offered her response.

“No, there is no girl named Aisha in this village. Your departure would be wise.”

Ere long, the boy’s presence faded from the scene, rumors whispering tales of his abrupt departure, a

mother’s woes leading him astray.

In the wake of his absence, Millie’s healing journey bore fruit, with her body regaining its former vigor.

Guided by her grandmother, she embarked on the journey homeward.

It seemed that fate made them meet again. Eventually, circumstances led Millie and the boy to intersect

once more, resulting in him becoming her cousin-in-law.

“Grandma, there’s something I’d like to ask you,” Millie voiced.

Summoning her courage, Millie locked eyes with her grandmother before posing her question.

“The photograph you concealed within the confines of that box.”

Millie’s grandmother had evaded this inquiry during their previous interaction, leaving it hanging without

a resolution.

Why was Millie unable to recall the photograph she had captured? The image seemed to have

vanished from her memory, leaving no trace of when she had taken it or any lasting impression.

Millie’s grandmother had foreseen the inquiries that would inevitably arise. But the sands of time had

shifted, with the narrative transpiring when Millie had already taken her vows. She couldn’t make the

past put her in a difficult situation.

“Child, my head throbs. Summon the doctor, I beseech you,” Millie’s grandmother interjected, her plea

a thinly veiled diversion.

Speechless, Millie acknowledged the unspoken subterfuge.

She was aware that her grandmother was evading her inquiry.