NovelEnglishChapter: 598
Observing the collective relief on their faces, Lois gathered the outcome.
“His surgical skill was once unrivaled. This operation, deemed formidable by many, he executed flawlessly. His shift from medicine to business has indeed been a loss to the medical field.”
“Absolutely, his prowess is truly exceptional.”
Amidst the accolades showered upon Leon, Millie’s grandmother was wheeled out.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarcus stepped aside respectfully, eyes tracing the aged figure on the gurney, issuing a directive.
“Ensure she receives the best care and a swift recovery devoid of complications.”
Derek nodded, acknowledging, “Certainly.”
In Marcus’ estimation, Millie’s actions were naive. Just as he was contemplating negotiations with Leon, she had forfeited her life. It appeared all unscrupulous women were crafty. Could she be an exception?
Subsequently, they trailed the gumey to Millie’s grandmother’s ward. The doctor offered a concise overview and departed. Marcus later emerged from the room and settled on a bench in the corridor, an air of desperation engulfing him.
Derek, too, emerged and perused the document clutched in his hand—the divorce agreement bearing Marcus’ signature.
Derek mourned the swiftness and unpredictability of events, recognizing the significant role Millie held in Marcus’ heart. The latter’s evident distress and tremor while signing the divorce papers testified to
her profound impact.
“Mr. Thomas, head hand rest. I’ve arranged for someone to oversee things here.”
Marcus’ present inclination was to stay put; he seemed to find a modicum of solace in the company of the person Millie held dear.
In the face of Marcus’ continued silence, Derek gathered his courage and ventured forth. “When is the funeral for Mrs. Thomas scheduled? Cremation or burial?”
Despite the autopsy results remaining outstanding, their conviction that it was Millie had grown resolute.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAbruptly, Marcus shifted his gaze to Derek, who found himself apprehensive and rueful, sensing he might have been too abrupt. Broaching this topic now only complicated matters further.
Fatigued, Marcus averted his eyes and replied in a subdued tone, “Let’s wait for the results.”
Derek exhaled, relieved. “Of course, Mr. Thomas.”
Holding a lunch box, Bria located Marcus and offered, “Mr. Thomas, your mother requested that I bring you sfood. She was concerned the hospital fare might not suit your taste.”
Marcus didn’t lift his head to regard the lunch box. The appetite for food had deserted him amidst his current emotional tumult; hunger was a sensation he could not fathom.
The lunch box hung midair, and Bria persisted, “Please, you must eat something.
We’ve heard about what occurred with Mrs. Thomas. Honestly, she wasn’t a good woman.”
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