Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee
Chapter 1257

Trenton intoned.

“Understood. Leave me now.”

Apprehension painted Trenton’s demeanor as he apprised Marcus’ ailing condition, prompting him towithdraw and shut the portal to Marcus’ introspection.

Mouthful by mouthful, Marcus imbibed the acrid potion, the phone before him a beacon of unresolvedthoughts. His gaze remained tethered to the screen.

Having a thought cross his mind, he utilized the internal line to summon Trenton inside.

“A short span past, Millie encountered an unforeseen slumber at the airport terminal. Unearth thelabyrinthine truth.”

Taken aback momentarily, Trenton nodded in acknowledgment.

“Indeed, sir.”

“Channel your efforts, particularly to unveil Shera’s whereabouts.”

Despite harboring uncertainties, Trenton placed his trust in Marcus and initiated an investigation.

Addressing the group in the charity department, Shera humbly expressed, “Greetings to all. I anticipatea harmonious collaboration ahead.”

A collective glance circulated, a symphony of astonishment echoing in shared sentiments.

“Wasn’t she killed in a car accident?”

“Indeed, it’s quite peculiar.”

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Without succumbing to frustration, Shera embarked on a_ patient explanation.

“I stand before you as a living being, not an ethereal specter. Lay your concerns to rest. I sustainedsevere injuries, and I have been convalescing in foreign lands.”

With each measured word from Shera’s lips, the fog of skepticism began to disperse, graduallyunveiling the truth concealed within their doubts.

“Miss Evans, our inquisitiveness springs from curiosity, not malice.”

“Your understanding is appreciated.”

Shera proceeded to her desk, taking a seat and resting her hands on the sleek surface of the table. Aswirl of complex emotions welled up within her.

Five years had elapsed, and a chasm of time was bridged as Shera rejoined the ranks of ThomasGroup. Yet, the machinations of Rhea had narrowly diverted her from becoming the mistress of theThomas name.

This realization scratched at her thoughts, her fingernails etching a mark of unrest upon the table’ssurface.

In the rustic tranquility, Millie found respite beneath the shade of a willow tree, her chin resting upon herpalm.

Uncertain of when she would be able to make her way back to Preagend, she contemplated theuncertain future.