Chapter 557

Let me know if you require anything.”

Exiting the room, he positioned himself in the spacious corridor, his countenance stern as he gazed

downward at the well-lit lower level.

Nervous servants scurried past, and Bria seized the moment to approach.

“Mr. Thomas, she hasn’t returned yet. You should exercise caution. Although she mentioned staying at

the hospital, her presence there at night is uncertain,” Bria advised.

Marcus’ glare turned icy as he rebuked, “Your place is not to speak here. Depart.”

Bria swiftly lowered her head, explaining, “I did it to safeguard your reputation. I was concerned she

might make an error that could tarnish your image. I’ll leave immediately.”

Entering the bedroom, Marcus settled onto a sofa in the dimness. He extracted his phone, pinching it in

contemplation.

Recalling the recent dinner between Millie and Patrick, Marcus dialed Millie’s number.

Millie sat by her grandmother’s bedside. Although awake, her grandmother remained frail and feeble.

Having spent a day at the hospital, Millie had refrained from bringing up the topic of the photo.

In a cold tone, Marcus queried, “What time is it? Why haven’t you returned?” In a tone devoid of

warmth, Marcus uttered.

Startled, Millie grabbed her phone and exited the ward.

“I’m staying at the hospital to care for my grandmother. I won’t be home for the next few days,” Millie

conveyed.

Ina frigid tone, Marcus retorted, “Someone is looking after her at the hospital. Do I need to remind you

again that members of the Thomas family can’t be out all night?”

Wasn’t he aware of her clash with Celeste over the issue of malaria, which had led her not to return

home recently?

“Due to an infectious disease in the hospital, I’m concerned about getting infected and potentially

spreading it to all of you,” Millie explained.

However, Marcus simply instructed her to come back home.

After ending the call, Millie roused Teresa from her sleep and informed her about her departure.

Upon her return home, Millie found the entire villa enveloped in silence. As she approached the

bedroom door, she noticed it was shrouded in darkness. Had Marcus already fallen asleep?

“Tum on the light.”

Marcus’ voice cut through the darkness.

His voice carried an icy chill, prompting Millie to illuminate the room.

Light streamed in as Marcus, dressed in a gray bathrobe, sat elegantly on the sofa.