Chapter 714
Chapter 714:
“Dr. Carpenter, what’s your assessment of Millie’s condition?” Myron demanded, worry carving deep lines across his haggard features.
“The individual who reached out to me provided no specifics. Mr. Elliott, I need you to walk me through exactly what transpired,” Rita pressed with professional urgency.
Myron’s fists tightened into white-knuckled balls as he guided Rita to a private corner, his voice low and strained as he recounted the horrific details. Rita’s expression grew increasingly grave with each devastating truth that spilled from his lips.
“Dr. Carpenter, considering these circumstances, could something fundamentally shift within Millie’s psychological state?” Myron’s anxiety bled through every word.
Rita found herself unable to offer any definitive diagnosis, recommending they maintain close vigilance until Millie emerged from unconsciousness for proper assessments. Yet based on her current condition, the prognosis appeared deeply troubling.
Any ordinary individual would register physical pain acutely, but Millie’s self-destructive behavior and her numbness to pain, coupled with her temporary inability to recognize familiar faces, painted a disturbing picture.
“I would be tremendously grateful if you could establish temporary residence here at Elliott Mansion, Dr. Carpenter,” Myron proposed with earnest conviction.
He immediately summoned Maggie and Padgett to prepare the finest guest accommodations, ensuring Rita possessed everything necessary for an extended stay.
Following his consultation with Rita, Myron retreated toward Millie’s room. While passing the bathroom threshold, his gaze fell upon the crimson-stained water still pooled within the tub.
Volcanic fury erupted through his entire being with devastating force. Brandon would face the full consequences of his monstrous actions!
Millie stirred back to consciousness as midnight’s darkness enveloped the mansion. Her eyes fluttered open, staring vacantly into the shadowed space with complete disorientation.
Fragmented memories began their merciless assault, dragging forth waves of paralyzing anxiety and bone-deep terror.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:
Her heart hammered against her ribcage with violent intensity, while her breathing accelerated into shallow, desperate gasps. Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through her mounting panic.
“Millie.” Someone captured her trembling hand within their steady grasp.
Rotating her head with considerable effort, Millie met Myron’s deeply worried expression.
He had maintained his protective vigil beside her bed throughout the entire ordeal.
“Everything is safe now,” Myron whispered with soothing tenderness, his fingers intertwining with hers. “I’m right here with you p>
Millie’s eyes began swimming with unshed tears, though she managed a weak nod of acknowledgment.
Her gaze drifted downward to notice medical tape securing an IV line to the back of her left hand. The medical team had obviously administered treatment while she remained unconscious.
“Where is Ari right now?” Millie’s voice emerged as a harsh rasp, damaged from hours of anguished screaming.
Myron carefully assisted Millie into an upright position against the headboard before pouring her a glass of perfectly warmed water.