Chapter 808

Concealing the examination report instinctively, Millie responded, “Yes, I’m here for my grandmother’s

check-up.”

Sleep eluded Millie the previous night, her thoughts wandering into a different realm. She contemplated

the scenario where Leon chose to relinquish his past. In such a scenario, the person who stood to gain

the most was undoubtedly Lois.

Could it be that Lois orchestrated Fiona to impersonate Aisha, aiming to erase Leon’s fond memories

of her? This manipulation would sow seeds of disappointment, compelling him to let go of his emotional

attachment to the past.

Ultimately, Lois returned to Leon’s side, leveraging the situation to engineer his acceptance of her

presence. “I’m heading to see my grandmother now.” Millie departed.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Lois lingered briefly, a sense of unease enveloping her. She sensed a change in Millie’s demeanor, a

growing detachment.

Unconsciously, she had concealed the test report. Lois trailed Millie and noticed her entering the brain

department.

“Is there a suspicion of memory loss?”

“Alright, start with a CT scan of your brain. Once we have the results, we can determine if memory loss

is indeed the case.”

Lois, positioned outside the door, caught every word. Anxiety surged within her as Millie’s suspicion of

memory Loss became apparent.

A realization dawned on her – Millie suspected that she might be the person Leon had been seeking.

Footsteps resonated from within the room, prompting Lois to swiftly retreat and conceal herself.

As Millie exited the doctor’s office, Lois emerged and gently pushed the door open.

She slid a bank card across the table to get the doctor’s attention. “What’s the intention, ma’am?”

“On this card, there are three hundred thousand. Just assure Millie she hasn’t lost her memory, and the

money is yours.”

Intriguingly, hadn’t Millie just departed?

The doctor observed the offered card, grappling with a financial need as he contemplated its contents.

Meanwhile, inside the CT room, Millie followed the doctor’s guidance. Shedding her coat, she lay on

the examination bed, her hands pressed to her abdomen, anxiety coursing through her. The moment of

truth was imminent; soon she would learn whether her memory remained intact.

“Relax; there’s no need to be anxious,” the doctor consoled as he observed Millie’s tense demeanor.

With a deep breath, Millie eased her tension, allowing herself to be gently guided into the confines of

the unfamiliar apparatus.

In the Thomas Group’s meeting room

“As of this quarter, the company’s profit has risen by two points.” The report was interrupted by Marcus’

ringing phone.

Excusing himself from the meeting, he answered the call.