Chapter 914
Chapter 914:
Fortunately, destiny had brought Ari into her shattered world. Ari had wrapped her in warmth and understanding, and Millie had slowly begun stitching the fragments of her broken spirit back together. Life was inching toward something resembling normalcy again.
Now, confronted with the truth that every ounce of her suffering had been orchestrated with calculated malice, how could her soul not overflow with murderous fury? The Elliott Group’s operatives were already combing the city in their relentless hunt for Vivian. Millie yearned to corner Vivian face-to-face and extract the most excruciating price imaginable for her crimes.
Just then, her phone erupted with a cheerful ringtone. A video call from Ari illuminated the screen.
“Millie, would you be able to collect me from my baking class this afternoon?” Ari’s eyes sparkled with barely concealed worry and affection.
Millie’s fingers tightened around her device with white-knuckled intensity. “Absolutely,” she responded without hesitation.
Ari’s face brightened, revealing her endearing tiny teeth in a radiant smile. “We learned how to bake cookies today. I made some especially for you,” Ari announced, pivoting her phone to showcase the bustling instructor and her fellow students working diligently in the background.
Millie’s eyes began to brim with unshed tears that threatened to spill over. She drew her eyebrows together, summoning a trembling smile through her tears.
“That sounds wonderful, Ari. I will absolutely be there to collect you and try your cookies,” Millie vowed with unwavering determination.
Her voice dropped to a tender whisper as she added, “You have my word.” With that declaration, she ended the call.
Millie sealed her eyelids shut, allowing the tears to cascade freely down her cheeks in silent rivers of anguish. Her trembling hand clutched the phone with such fierce intensity that her knuckles turned white as she battled to contain the storm of emotions raging within her chest, finding herself powerless to achieve any semblance of tranquility.
𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸: gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
In the confined space of the vehicle, Myron observed Millie seated beside him, his own eyes glistening with sympathetic tears that threatened to overflow. He comprehended the profound depths of her torment with startling clarity. His heart ached for her suffering. Her raw agony and overwhelming despair shattered something fundamental within his chest.
He refrained from offering hollow words, instead extending his hand to deliver gentle, rhythmic strokes across her trembling back, providing the only solace he could muster.
The Elliott Group’s operatives had already dispersed throughout the city in their methodical pursuit of Vivian. During these agonizing moments, his sole purpose was to remain steadfast beside Millie’s wounded spirit.
Beyond the car’s windows, the skies stretched in brilliant azure splendor while countless vehicles and pedestrians continued their daily journeys along the bustling streets below. The metropolis continued its relentless operations without pause.
Following what felt like an eternity of grief, Millie’s tears finally ceased their relentless flow. She transformed with sudden, unsettling composure that immediately triggered alarm bells within Myron’s protective instincts. Myron retrieved the tissue box with careful precision, dabbing away the crystalline evidence of her sorrow with tender, reverent movements across her dampened features.