Chapter 725

Chapter 725:

For several nights, Myron stayed close to Millie.

During those days, much had happened. Millie’s concert tickets sold out quickly. The Elliott Group released a new collection, yet she wasn’t there to share in the moment.

Vivian had been unusually quiet, and no one knew what she was planning. The leading figures of the three major groups in town were rarely seen. Brandoi appeared only once, spotted in a wheelchair, his injured leg wrapped in bandages. Whispers spread, but the truth was buried deep. No matter who people asked, no matter how persistent the paparazzi were, no one uncovered a thing.

Millie spent her days at home, resting.

She handled her work through online meetings.

With Rita’s treatment and her own cooperation, her health slowly improved.

Yet night after night, she woke with a start.

It felt as though her days and nights belonged to two different worlds. At night, she was trapped—awake yet powerless.

She could only break free from inside.

Thankfully, Myron never left her side.

He was her steady source of strength.

That night, she woke again.

Her fingers instinctively curled, searching for his hand—but this time, it wasn’t there.

A rush of panic gripped her.

He was gone.

In that moment, she couldn’t tell if she was awake or lost in another nightmare. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Even with the night lamp on, shadows pressed in around her.

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𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫

Myron’s voice came from across the room as he hurried over. He said gently, “I’m here. I just went to the bathroom. I’m sorry.” He clasped her hand.

The moment he did, the fear inside her began to fade.

She looked at him sitting in the same chair he used every night.

His eyes were bloodshot from too many sleepless hours.

His gaze was steady, filled with concern.

His hands, dry and warm, brought her the comfort she craved.

They grounded her in the present, reminding her she was safe in the Elliott Mansion.

He seemed to become her anchor, distinguishing dreams from reality.

In that quiet moment, she realized just how much she had come to rely on him. “Millie?” Myron looked at her, his voice tinged with concern.

He had been speaking with Rita and the family doctor regularly.