NovelEnglishChapter 520
With a gesture that carried the weight of his final wishes, his great grandfather’s trembling hand directed towards Marcus. His parting words were etched in that moment, a prophecy that this young boy held the potential to achieve remarkable greatness in the times to come.
Though many years had elapsed since his great grandfather's departure from this world, his plea resonated through time. He implored those who remained to safeguard the porcelain, a tangible link to a cherished past and an unwritten promise for the future.
Millie felt the weight of Marcus’ anguish. But his accusations and the tangible proof of the porcelain debris left her grasping for ssemblance of defense. She looked around desperately, half-hoping for a camera that might have caught the real culprit.
Marcus scoffed. “Is ita daily mission of yours, Millie, to brew storms?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpon observing that Millie’s attention seemed scattered, her gaze darting in search of an escape from the intensity of the situation, Marcus’ anger surged to greater heights.
The moment he stepped into the room, his eyes fell upon Millie, standing adjacent to the heap of shattered fragments. In the absence of any other plausible culprit, suspicion could only gravitate towards her.
She could hear the increasing ire in his tone. On impulse, she retorted, “It’s just porcelain. | can buy another. Why this tempest over spilled milk?”
His sharp intake of breath made her regret her words. “So you admit your guilt?”
Never had she anticipated that Marcus would interpret her words as a confession, a direct acceptance of guilt. Allhough a shock momentarily held her captive, Millie swiftly regained her composure and vehemently shook her head in denial.
“T haven't,” Millie protested. “But | think | can shine a light on the real perpetrator.”
The escalating exchange between the two drew the attention of the servants, who were compelled to approach the door, their curiosity piqued. With cautious concern, they gently inquired about the unfolding situation within.
Millie’s gaze shifted towards the door, where an unanticipated sight met her eyes.
Mae, the very person who had beckoned her to the study, was surreptitiously concealed behind the door’s frame, attempting to evade notice.
Millie pointed directly at her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Mae, step forth.”
The implicated maid hesitated, her eyes darting, looking for an escape. But the collective gaze held her captive. She lowered her head, her actions rendered feeble in the face of mounting scrutiny.
“Mrs. Thomas, how may | serve?”
Mae stood there, her voice subdued.
Millie’s conviction deepened; there had to be a connection to Mae.
Moments ago, he asserted his prohibition on her entrance to the study. Yet it appeared Mae had orchestrated a deceitful maneuver.
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