Chapter 711
Chapter 711:
The convulsions seemed to have taken permanent residence in her fragile frame.
Myron retrieved his phone and fired off an urgent message to their family physician.
Something profound had fractured within her psyche—she desperately needed immediate medical attention.
The mansion’s familiar silhouette appeared through the windshield sooner than expected.
The secretary navigated directly to their private entrance, and Myron gathered Millie once more, carrying her across the threshold of their sanctuary.
“Myron, do you find Millie?” Ari rushed forward, her young face etched with anxiety.
Myron nodded, then shook his head gravely, the weight of unspoken truths heavy in his expression.
“Yes, I’ve found her, but she’s struggling terribly right now, sweetheart. Would you mind spending some time with Maggie instead for now p>
Ari immediately sensed the gravity surrounding them and nodded obediently, though her worried gaze never left Millie’s motionless form.
Myron transported Millie upstairs to her bedroom, placing her gently on the mattress before carefully peeling away the protective sheet.
“Millie, can you hear my voice?” Myron called to her with infinite tenderness.
Millie refused to lift her head or acknowledge his presence—she simply embraced herself tightly, forming an impenetrable fortress of limbs and sorrow.
Myron felt as though invisible claws were…
Slowly, Myron felt as if the pain was tearing his heart from his chest. He fetched a basin filled with warm, soothing water, soaked a soft cloth, and approached with infinite patience.
“Millie, may I clean away the bloodstains p>
Brandon’s crimson stains still marred her face, grotesquely mingling with the salt tracks of her tears.
Millie finally raised her head with tremendous effort, though words remained beyond her grasp. Myron began dabbing at her skin with the dampened cloth, moving with surgical precision.
𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉:
She flinched instinctively, but no longer released those heart-shattering screams.
Myron continued his ministrations with steady hands while she remained perfectly still. Only subtle tremors remained, evidence of her inner turmoil.
Myron released a shuddering breath—she had been trapped in this constant trembling since that cursed apartment.
His eyes burned with unshed tears as he rinsed and wrung the cloth, then resumed his tender ministrations on her battered face.
After removing every trace of blood from her features, he moved to address the stains on her neck and chest.
Each gentle touch caused her to flinch reflexively, yet she watched his every movement, as though only constant vigilance could confirm his identity and intentions.
Once the crimson evidence disappeared completely, Myron retrieved fresh pajamas from her dresser.
“Rest peacefully now,” Myron murmured with soothing conviction. “Let everything fade away until nothing remains but peace. Millie, this nightmare has finally ended p>