Chapter 883

“Mother, don’t curse me. I shall triumph over this predicament. My gait remains unimpeded. A trifling

wound, truly.” Roland’s fervor surged, and he poised to set foot in motion.

“You, my dear and impulsive son, do take a seat.” With immediacy, Delia interceded, her actions a swift

arrest of his intent, while her tone carried a reproachful note.

Millie, positioned alongside them, prompted Roland’s gaze.

“Millie, you needn’t remain. My mother shall oversee my recovery “Rest well,” she offered, a

benediction before her departure. Millie offered a subtle nod, her affirmation a silent acknowledgment

of the situation, Meanwhile, Hans cast a stern gaze in her direction, a glare laden with unspoken

queries. Following her exit from the ward, Hans seized the moment to voice his curiosity.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Speak truthfully now. Has Millie’s husband caused you harm?”

Hans’ words carried a resolute undertone, and his sleeves methodically rolled up as if preparing for

confrontation. Their paths crossed with Marcus along the corridor. Within the ward’s confines, Millie’s

presence soon graced their view.

Contemplating the unfolding circumstances, Hans’ convictions solidified, drawing a connection between

Marcus and Roland’s injuries.

The storm of anger that had initially unsettled him now crystallized into a determined resolve to seek

retribution for his son.

“Dad, your thoughts are awry. It’s not him. Moreover, it’s nonsensical. If he had harmed me, he wouldn’t

have sent me to the hospital.” Roland’s impatience was palpable in his response, refuting his father’s

suspicions.

“Then who could it be

“A stranger, someone unfamiliar to this town.”

Subsequently, Millie emerged, bridging the distance to join Marcus before they exited the hospital

together. The furrowed expanse between her eyebrows betrayed a lingering sense of unease, a

testimony to the fear that had gripped her.

She acknowledged that it was the combined efforts of Roland and Marcus that had shielded her from a

potential tragedy, a realization that weighed heavily on her mind.

“Cease your ruminations, my dear, Return home and find respite in slumber,” Marcus advised.

Bearing witness to Millie’s somber state, Marcus found himself troubled by her emotions.

Millie, however, couldn’t help but question the reason behind Marcus * unexpected presence.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

The influence of the cold medications often entailed a strong inclination toward rest.

“I roused from my slumber when you left and closed the door, Seeing that you hadn’t returned, I grew

apprehensive and ventured out to locate you,” Marcus explained, revealing the vigilance he had

maintained while in a light state of sleep. His awareness of Millie’s predicament led him to suspect

further threats.

Therefore, he abstained from surrendering to complete slumber. Fortuitously, his vigilance had borne

fruit.

“My love, I can’t help but feel a cloud of misfortune hang over me. Should this trend persist, how much

longer can I hope to endure it?” Millie voiced her despondency, the weight of uncertainty palpable in

her words.