Murray finally came to the harsh realization that Millie was far more cunning than he ever gave her credit for.


    There was a time when he saw her as this pure and beautiful girl, full of innocence and joy. And what was the result?


    He ended up being yed for a fool, manipted, and even lost... Anne because of her.


    How could things with Roseanne have spiraled this far if it wasn''t for Millie?


    Thinking about this only intensified Murray''s disdain for her. He couldn''t bear the thought of stepping into any ce she might be!


    He had been crashing at the office for several days now.


    Millie, too nervous to call him directly, kept using Beverley to bug him abouting home.


    To appease his mother, Murray begrudgingly made his way back to the mansion.


    But that was it. He was drawing the line there.


    ...


    By the time Murray got back to the mansion, it was already 9 PM.


    As he opened the door, there was Millie, attempting to take his coat.


    Murray sidestepped her, making a beeline for the living room.


    Millie''s hands froze mid-air, and she bit her lip in a mix of frustration and hurt.


    She had dressed in a light-colored, loose-fitting knitted dress, her hair cascading in front of her, giving off a gentle and appealing vibe.


    Murray, however, tantly ignored her, heading straight for Beverley. "You wanted me back, here I am." With that said, he turned to head upstairs. "Hold on."


    Murray stopped in his tracks, his tone t, "I''m exhausted. I need some rest."


    Beverley frowned, clearly dissatisfied with his dismissive attitude. "Come with me, we need to talk."


    Her authoritative demeanor left little room for argument, and Murray, albeit reluctantly, followed her.


    In the study, Murray poured himself a ss of water, leisurely drinking it, paying no mind to Beverley''s scowling face.


    "A child is involved here. Can''t you show a little concern?"


    Beverley shot him a look. She knew her son too well. Behind that perfect exterior was a coldness that ran deep.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    "To love is to wish for life; to hate is to wish for death."


    "When did I ever say I wanted this child? Wasn''t it you who forced this upon me?"


    His eyebrows raised, a clear disdain in his voice and demeanor.


    Beverley understood his frustration and resentment, but asking her to give up on her grandchild was out of the question.


    "No matter what you think, the child


    Millie is carrying is part of the Sherwood legacy. I might have turned a blind eye before, but now that know, that child must be born safe and sound!"


    Murray''s expression hardened, his repulsion evident: "And after the child is born? You''re not seriously expecting me to marry her, are you?"


    "All I care about is the child. Whether or not you marry is up to you," Beverley responded indifferently.


    Murray pondered for a moment: "...I might agree, but on one condition."


    "What''s the condition?"


    "After the child is born, Millie needs to disappear from our lives for good. Also, you can no longer interfere with my rtionship with


    Roseanne."


    Beverley was somewhat exasperated by her son''s stubbornness but agreed nheless.


    She wasn''t fond of Roseanne either, but at least Roseanne had a bachelor''s degree from Kingswell University and was now pursuing her master''s. Stylish and generous in her ways.


    As for Millie... she was nothing but a pretty face, with average education, mediocre manners, and barely passable charm and taste.


    Walking out of the study, Murray felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.


    He grabbed his coat, ignoring the woman''s pitiful attempts to make him stay, and strode out the door.


    At this moment, he was eager to see


    Roseanne. To tell her that all


    obstacles between them had been cleared, and from now on, they had


    nothing but open road ahead.