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Shera narrowed her eyes upon reading the information that Millie’s grandmother resided in the countryside.

Later that evening, upon Marcus’ return, Millie was curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.

A collection of nearly a dozen design drafts lay scattered on the tea table. It appeared that Millie had been engrossed in coming up with a design before drifting into slumber. Noticing the bandage adorning her calf, he delicately lifted her leg, curiosity piqued by the sight of the injury.

With a gentle pat on Millie’s shoulder, he attempted to rouse her in order to inquire about her wound. He soon realized she was in a deep sleep.

In the past few days, she had been diligently serving as a guide for Mr. Green. The extensive walking had taken a toll, leaving her feet blistered and undoubtedly fatigued.

Carefully, Marcus leaned down and gathered Millie into his arms, ascending the stairs to gently lay her on their bed.

The following day, as she stirred awake, she noticed three missed calls from Joan.

She promptly sat upright, concern threading through her thoughts. The morning before, during her role as Mr. Green’s guide in the Preagend cultural relics hall, she had set her phone to mute and inadvertently neglected to revert the setting.

Dialing Joan’s number without delay, her heart raced. Could there be an issue with her grandmother?

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As Millie sat up, Marcus stirred awake, his attention drawn to her evident unease. Concern etched his face as he inquired, “What’s the matter?”

Immediately after the call connected, Millie wasted no time.

“Joan, what happened?” she asked. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Joan’s voice on the other end held a somber tone.

“I’m so sorry, Millie. Your grandmother was involved in a motorcycle accident last night. She’s currently hospitalized.”

Millie asked worriedly, “How is Grandma now? Is her life in danger?”

There was a hint of weariness in Joan’s response.

“I’m not sure. The doctor’s explanation was a bit hard to understand. Perhaps you should come here. Your grandmother underwent surgery last night, but she’s still unconscious.”

Apprehension gripped Millie. Why had her grandmother been struck by a motorcycle? Having just undergone a surgery to remove a brain tumor, she now faced another operation. Her frail body couldn’t endure so much strain.

“I’LL be back shortly.”

Upon ending the call, Millie swiftly got dressed while explaining her situation to Marcus.

“There’s been a motorcycle accident involving my grandma in the countryside. I need to return home as soon as possible.”

Marcus immediately rose from the bed.

“I’UL arrange for Trenton to take you there. Keep me updated on your grandma’s condition once you arrive.”

Lately, he had been preoccupied with important matters, rendering him unable to leave. The sealed Tea Mount project was about to enter the development stage. Simultaneously, plans for another parcel of Land had materialized, necessitating his involvement in the kickoff event.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Millie didn’t decline the offer. Knowing Trenton would soon be at the gate, she quickly packed her belongings.

Marcus escorted her to the waiting car, watching it drive away.

Then, a realization struck him-he forgot to ask her about the cause of her calf injury.