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Chapter 664

Chapter: 664

“Mr. Thomas.” Derek’s concern escalated.

As Marcus dressed, his enigmatic black eyes flickered with a complex blend of emotions.

“Grandma.” Millie entered the hospital, a beacon of hope in the sterile surroundings.

Upon glimpsing Millie, Grandma graced the scene with a heartwarming smile on the bed.

“Teresa, I’ll tend to Grandma.”

Millie accepted the towel from Teresa’s hand, diligently wringing it dry, then, with a gentle touch, caressed her grandma’s form.

“Each day, your grandmother’s vitality flourishes like the delicate petals of a spring blossom. Miss Brown, be at peace, for her care is in devoted hands.”

“Thank for your diligent care of Grandma during these passing days.”

Millie’s expression overflowed with appreciation, a sentiment that resonated deeply, as Teresa’s meticulous attention to her grandmother transcended the mere exchange of salary.

“Dearest Millie, may I be liberated from these hospital walls?” Grandma’s gaze tumed towards the vast expanse of azure sky, an unvoiced yearning painted across her eyes.

“Yet for a while, you must remain within these walls, observed by doctors.”

Grandma muttered, “In the countryside, our dwelling stands idle, a sanctuary longing for care against the relentless caress of dampness. The garden I once tended is now neglected, its verdant treasures withering away. If only I could be discharged, I could reclaim their vitality with my own hands.”

Millie hesitated, aware of her grandmother’s longing for the rustic simplicity of the countryside, a realm detached from the bustling rhythm of the city.

After delicately cleansing her grandmother’s countenance, Millie ventured to consult the attending physician about her grandma’s health. En route to the doctor’s presence, Millie’s path intertwined with Marcus’.

Upon emerging from the director’s quarters, a cloud of concern shadowed Marcus’ face, shadowed even by Derek’s anxious presence.

Their gazes met, a wordless exchange communicating inquiries unspoken.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in your office at this hour?”

Millie cast a surreptitious glance towards the director’s office, where Marcus had departed for in haste, refusing her help in the bandage.

Unconsciously concealing his arm, Marcus replied, “I sought the director’s counsel. I tread towards the company with swiftness.” 

A skeptical glint danced in Millie’s eyes, an unspoken suspicion lingering.

“Have you tended to your wound’s care? Swift attention is imperative, lest sultriness incite festering.” Compelled by a genuine concer, Millie found herself unable to resist inquiring.

With a nod, Marcus acknowledged, “Indeed, I’ve attended to it. Farewell, then.”