Chapter 865

“Then, where did the insect disappear to?” Roland’s skepticism remained intact.

“I discarded it,” Laurel replied, arms crossed in confidence,

An unexpected sensation crawled on Millie’s shoulder, her instinctual reaction halted by Roland’s hasty

approach.

“Don’t move; the insect is on you Roland intervened, capturing the insect and fixing Laurel with an

incensed glare.

“You claimed innocence, yet here it is.” Roland’s rebuke hung heavy in the air.

With the insect’s discovery, Laurel’s head drooped in embarrassment.

The mystery of the insect’s disappearance within the house was solved-it had surreptitiously found its

way onto Millie.

As Millie confronted the unsettling creature, her hands grew cold, and her ire was directed squarely at

Laurel. The origins of the insect’s placement on her bed became apparent: it was Laurel’s scheme, with

the critter transferring to Millie when she seated herself to read.

Laurel’s capacity to conceive such devious plans left Millie astounded. The depths of her cunning and

scheming nature were, indeed, chilling.

“Aah!”

Suddenly, Roland emitted a pained cry, the insect sinking its bite into the back of his hand in an instant

of inattention.

Both Millie and Laurel redirected their attention towards him.

Laurel’s mouth gaped in astonishment, her shock palpable upon witnessing Roland’s grimace of pain.

Her words trembled weakly as she informed, “Roland, the insect’s bite is venomous.

“Observe the consequences of your actions!” Fury and exasperation surged within Roland.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Seek medical attention immediately,” Millie advised. Without delay, Laurel ushered Roland to the

doctor’s care.

Following their departure, Millie closed the door, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. With the insect’s

absence, an air of tranquility settled over her surroundings. Yet she acknowledged that wariness

around Laurel would be a wise approach moving forward.

This episode’s conclusion mirrored an act of self-inflicted harm-a stone thrown that struck its own

target.

Retreating to her bedroom, Millie employed a flashlight to meticulously scour the room, eliminating any

residual traces of insects, She changed her bedding and attire, eventually extinguishing the lights to

embrace slumber.

However, amidst the night’s stillness, she awoke in a haze, attuned to movement within the room. Was

the earlier culprit returning to haunt her? Instinctively, she reached for the concealed knife under her

pillow, clutching it tightly against her chest with nervous apprehension.

The approaching footsteps drummed louder and louder, causing Millie’s heart to pound against her

throat. She hadn’t anticipated that his arrival would be so swift.

A sudden sound reverberated, suggesting that the intruder had made contact with a chair within the

room, Reacting instantly to the noise’s origin, Nillie surged forward, brandishing the knife she was

holding, Seizing the initiative proved paramount-better to preempt potential assailants than risk

becoming a victim of their machinations.

She thrust the knife, making contact with the assailant and eliciting a cry of pain.

Subsequently, the assailant dropped their knife to the floor.

Following a flurry of rapid footfalls, the room descended into an eerie silence,