Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 883

“Mother, don’t curse me. I shall triumph over this predicament. My gait remains unimpeded. A triflingwound, 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 swiftarrest 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, abenediction before her departure. Millie offered a subtle nod, her affirmation a silent acknowledgmentof the situation, Meanwhile, Hans cast a stern gaze in her direction, a glare laden with unspokenqueries. 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 forconfrontation. Their paths crossed with Marcus along the corridor. Within the ward’s confines, Millie’spresence soon graced their view.

Contemplating the unfolding circumstances, Hans’ convictions solidified, drawing a connection betweenMarcus and Roland’s injuries.

The storm of anger that had initially unsettled him now crystallized into a determined resolve to seekretribution for his son.

“Dad, your thoughts are awry. It’s not him. Moreover, it’s nonsensical. If he had harmed me, he wouldn’thave sent me to the hospital.” Roland’s impatience was palpable in his response, refuting his father’ssuspicions.

“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 hospitaltogether. The furrowed expanse between her eyebrows betrayed a lingering sense of unease, atestimony to the fear that had gripped her.

She acknowledged that it was the combined efforts of Roland and Marcus that had shielded her from apotential tragedy, a realization that weighed heavily on her mind.

“Cease your ruminations, my dear, Return home and replace 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 grewapprehensive and ventured out to locate you,” Marcus explained, revealing the vigilance he hadmaintained while in a light state of sleep. His awareness of Millie’s predicament led him to suspectfurther threats.

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

“My love, I can’t help but feel a cloud of misfortune hang over me. Should this trend persist, how muchlonger can I hope to endure it?” Millie voiced her despondency, the weight of uncertainty palpable in

her words.