Chapter 1087

With Millie’s condition evoking a surge of poignant empathy, Leon assumed responsibility. He liberated

her from the fabric-bound gag, releasing the restraints that ensnared her, and cradled her in his arms.

Upon observing Millie’s distress, a pang of anguish gripped Leon.

Bruises marred her cheeks, and a trace of blood marred her brow.

In Dgend, the moments he spent without her became a perpetual ache; his nights were steeped in

longing for her absence.

The extent of Millie’s maltreatment at the hands of his own gang remained an unforeseen revelation.

“Big Brother, is it truly you? Are you my salvation?” Millie’s lips parted feebly, emitting a barely audible

utterance as her strength waned.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Had Leon indeed arrived at this place? Could it be an illusion?

Millie’s thoughts wrestled with the surreal concept of her salvation.

Although utterly depleted, Millie summoned the vestiges of her strength to contend against her captors

with unyielding resolve.

Leon’s tender affirmation reverberated.

“I am here for you. Fear no more.”

“Big Brother, carry me away, I implore you. Marcus must be in search of me. Convey my whereabouts

to him. I am spent.”

A pallid smile embraced Millie’s visage as she surrendered to weariness.

“Franco, is she genuinely your kin?”

The query’s shock rippled through both people in the room, eliciting a collective bow of sweat upon

their brows.

“How dare you inflict harm upon her? I shall exact retribution.”

Nolan’s astonishment mirrored Leon’s sentiment, driving him to his knees alongside Leon.

“Franco, I beg for absolution.”

Surveying the trio before him, Leon’s gaze bore a weight that compelled the woman to perspire.

“What caused her forehead’s injury?” Leon’s inquiry bore an edge, his voice an unyielding blade.

The woman’s response wavered.

“Her clamor incited my ire, and I propelled her forcibly against the wall.”

“Which of your hands did you employ?”

“The this.” Trembling, the woman extended her left hand.