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Chapter 576

Casting a fleeting gaze towards Millie, Leon pondered the depths of her unwavering determination.

Recalling her prior words, Millie had pledged that were he to save her grandmother, she would vanishfrom his life forever.

Upon revisiting this sentence, Leon’s fingers coiled into a resolute knot. Up until now, there was no onethat could shake his determination, no exception for Millie.

Throughout his lifetime, Aisha’s presence alone held the alchemical touch to tenderize his heart’sarmor.

“Julius, let her be. She can kneel for as long as her spirit deems fit,” intoned Leon with temperedauthority.

Millie quivered as the ascent of Leon up the staircase culminated in the extinguishing of the lights in hisbedroom.

A sigh, laden with an air of reluctant acceptance, escaped Julius’ lips. “There exists no necessity foryou to embark on this course. His resolve stands resolute and immutable. I advise your withdrawal, forlingering serves no purpose.”

Millie, her teeth digging into her quivering lower lip, yielded to the cascade of tears, the embodiment ofher emotional dam breaking apart. “Were he to withhold his accord, my grandmother would wane.”

“In your path, an arduous juncture unfurls. Your grandmother rests beneath the aegis of fortune toclaim such a devoted grandmother,” conceded Julius with a rueful shake of his head before turning onthe heater in the room.

The communion of Millie’s knees with the floor endured; the sensation of numbness was a prevailed,yet the threshold of Leon’s bedroom persisted in its unyielding closure. Her gaze, brimming with

anticipation, remained fixated on the door.

Dawn’s delicate fingers summoned Millie through Teresa’s call, delivering news of her grandmother’sanother emergency treatment. Teresa’s counsel echoed, urging Millie to return to the hospital andabide by her grandmother’s side.

As those tidings brushed her ears, Millie’s tears embarked on a freefall, etching this instant as thezenith of her vulnerability.

With a tentative attempt, Millie aspired to regain an upright posture, only to unearth limbs going numb,lacking sensation.

Subsequent endeavors bore fruit, allowing her to rise, her palms propping against the floor for support.Akin to a vulnerable lamb, her form wavered in contemplation of an escape, ultimately culminating in agraceless collapse, surrendering to the clutches of torment. However, the phoenix in her will resurged,propelling her towards the exit, stumbling.

By the door’s threshold, Millie’s fingers found solace within the frame’s embrace, bestowing a backwardglance. The bedroom above persisted in its sepulchral seal. A smile, edged with self-derision, gracedher lips as she pivoted away.

In this moment, the master of this grand abode revealed the frigidity that coursed through his veins withstark clarity.

As Millie treaded beyond the portal’s embrace, unbeknownst to her, the second floor bore witness toLeon’s emergence from his recess behind the wall. His countenance was an icy tableau, and his gazewas heavy-laden with hues of despondency.

He hadn’t anticipated the endurance of Millie’s nocturnal kneeling; her tears were a ceaseless cascadethat seemed to flow from a wellspring untouched by depletion.

The sight was unprecedented, leaving him grappling with the notion that a single being could harborsuch an ocean of emotion within.

The enigma of her grandmother’s significance in Millie’s existence nagged at him. A somber truthhovered in the air: regardless of the outcome of the impending operation, her grandmother’s time onthis earth was destined to wane.

Regrettably, Millie was not endowed with Aisha’s resolute patience. He couldn’t help but speculate thathad she persisted in her waiting, perhaps his accord would have been extended. Since her arrival theprevious night, the villa had undergone a transformation akin to the emergence of vibrant hues in apreviously monochromatic landscape.

The villa had morphed into a vivid tableau, each corner pulsating with life’s vibrancy.