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“Does your heart yearn for your absent spouse?” Roland approached and took a seat nearby. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Millie’s cheeks flushed with color in response to his words.

“If only I were that fortunate soul.” He sighed, a pang of longing evident in his voice.

“Do not utter such words,” Millie protested softly, plucking a willow leaf from the ground and absently twisting it between her fingers.

In the quiet of the previous night, she was ensnared once more by a haunting nightmare. Within its clutches, she found herself traversing the corridors of a shadowed abyss, a place devoid of light and warmth.

In her dream, there was no sun to be found, and the familiar faces of those she knew were absent. In this shadowed realm, Marcus coughed up a gush of blood before her, and she wept inconsolably.

The burden of the dream cast a pall over her day, lingering like a specter at her side.

In the hush of her grandmother’s slumber, Millie ventured outdoors, seeking solace within the embrace of the evening.

Millie Let out a sigh and gazed upward at the sky. Her heart felt as if it were split in two, with one half in Preagend and the other half in her current location.

“Has the culprit behind my grandmother’s misfortune been apprehended?”

Her query cut through the stillness.

A solemn shake of the head signaled Roland’s response.

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“The miscreant chose to execute the act within this pastoral refuge, demonstrating a cunning disposition. Perhaps your presence back in Preagend is necessary for the pursuit of justice.”

Millie’s brow furrowed in contemplation.

“Yet, I cannot depart at this juncture.”

As twilight deepened, Marcus grappled with the last document in his grasp, each page a testament to his unwavering commitment.

Beyond the president’s sanctum, Shera lingered, a yearning to enter warring with the knowledge that her presence wasn’t desired.

“Miss Evans, the hour of departure has arrived. Why haven’t you departed yet?” Trenton returned, his steps accompanied by the rustling of a bag laden with findings.

“Inquiries from Mrs. Thomas beckon me to a repast at Villa Imperiale.

I intended to extend the invitation to Mr. Thomas.”

Shera concocted a fabricated explanation.

“I shall convey your message.” Trenton entered the chamber, leaving Shera alone with her thoughts.

“Mr. Thomas, Shera awaits beyond. She inquires if you’d join her for dinner at Villa Imperiale.”

“Decline the offer.” His response was curt.