Chapter 724
Chapter 724:
Charles paused dramatically before continuing, “Currently, we face only one significant obstacle in our path p>
Millie focused intently on Charles, her patience evident as she awaited his revelation.
“You must prioritize your recovery above all else,” Charles declared, his voice laden with deep emotion. “Please stop inflicting harm upon yourself, Millie. You have incredible talent, truly extraordinary abilities p>
His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and in a soft whisper, he added, “Do you truly understand the depth of what I’m saying p>
Millie felt a warmth spread through her chest and nodded with understanding. Myron, too, had provided reassurance regarding the Elliott Group’s innovative product launch, emphasizing that her exceptional design work had established a solid foundation. This time, Elliott Group would assume full operational responsibility independently.
Their conversation continued for a while until Alexia arrived, interrupting their gathering.
Alexia, having recently discovered that Millie had been receiving psychiatric treatment—information that had been carefully concealed from her—entered with tear-streaked eyes, swollen from weeping during her entire journey to the mansion.
Without hesitation, she enveloped Millie in a fierce, protective embrace. “I haven’t told my brother about any of this yet,” Alexia confided with a trembling voice. “I’ll inform him when he returns, along with any developments p>
“That sounds like a wise approach,” Millie responded gently, her understanding clear.
The day passed quickly, dissolving into evening shadows.
That night, Myron took his position in Millie’s room, becoming her unwavering guardian against the darkness.
Within the enveloping blackness of the room, Millie was repeatedly pulled into the treacherous realm of vivid nightmares. The suffocating memories crashed over her: the devastating loss of her two precious children, and then the brutal days of suffering beneath her stepfather’s violent hands, her father’s desperate leap from the towering building, his lifeless form sprawled before her with eyes frozen wide in eternal stare—each traumatic recollection jolted her consciousness awake, stealing away any hope of restorative sleep.
During the daylight hours, her demanding work acted as effective armor against these demons. But when night fell, she became a vulnerable soldier stripped of all defenses, leaving her open to the relentless assault of razor-sharp memories that pierced her heart again and again.
𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺
The only source of comfort came from Myron’s unwavering grip on her trembling hand, a connection that anchored her to the present. His presence was constant, unshakeable.
Each time consciousness dragged her from the grasp of nightmare, he was there, steadfastly by her side. He had become her anchor of warmth, her lighthouse of reassurance amidst the storm