Shutting off the water, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and in the moment before the shadow could press against the door, he quickly twisted the knob and pulled it open, bumping right into Millie who''d sneaked up.
"Who let you in?!"
Fury was brewing in his eyes like an impending storm.
"I''ve told you, you''re not allowed in here. Can''t you understand?! Where do you get the guts?!"
Feeling the icy chill emanating from him, Millie''s limbs went cold, "I-I came to bring you coffee."
He smirked cruelly, his words cutting deep, "What do you think you''re doing? You think I''m clueless? Just because we''ve hung out a few times, you think you''re important? I''ve seen plenty of women like you-just a wave of my hand and theye running like dogs. What makes you any different? Even if you stood naked in front of me, I wouldn''t spare you a second nce."
Murray looked down on her, his gaze filled with contempt. "You know why?"
Millie was trembling all over, covering her ears, shaking her head frantically, "No... I don''t want to hear, please stop-"
"Can''t bear to hear it? Then don''t bother me. I find it disgusting. Get out!"
In tears, Millie ran away.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
Murray carelessly knocked over the tray she had brought.
That night, Millieid awake until dawn, her pillow soaked with tears, haunted by his heartless and cold demeanor.
Why? She was pregnant with his child; shouldn''t he be treating her better?
Or was it... that his heart was still set on Roseanne, wishing to rekindle their old me?
With this thought, Millie couldn''t stay in bed any longer. In a fit of rage, she kicked over the nightstand.
Early next morning, when Sadie had just finished cleaning the master bedroom, the mess of spilled coffee and broken pieces on the floor disgusted her!
Then she heard a crash from the next room, leaving her bewildered.
What''s with these people? So annoying!
A whole family of drama!
Isn''t a worker''s life valuable? She wished she could hand them a mop each!
But then, thinking of the hefty
payce Sherwoods gave her every month, her anger dissipated. She approached the adjacent room''s door, listening:
"Ms. Millie? Are you awake? Mrs. Sherwood called earlier, instructing me to remind you to have breakfast on time. Ms. Millie?"
No response from inside, which puzzled Sadie.
Wasn''t there noise of things being smashed just now? Why so quiet all of a sudden?
She was about to leave when suddenly, the door opened, and a weak voice came through: "Sadie, my stomach hurts-"
Millie was pale, one hand clutching her abdomen, her forehead covered in swea this time, it seemed
genuine, and Sadie pave
Immediately, she fumbled for her phone, ready to call for help: "What''s... what''s the driver''s number again?"
She pped her forehead, "Crap! The driver''s off today. I''m calling 911 right now, Ms. Millie, hang in there..."
Millie was both angry and anxious. "How long for an ambnce? My stomach hurts so bad, it can''t be serious, right?"
Sadie didn''t know; she had never called an ambnce before!
Just then, a maid walking by noticed the situation and quickly turned to grab her phone:
"I''m calling Mrs. Sherwood right away!"
Suddenly, the vi was bustling with activity.
Half an hourter, the ambnce arrived.
Millie was wheeled in, two maids followed, and everyone else seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Finally, some peace.
Beverley received the news and immediately rushed to the hospital.
"My grandchild, how''s my grandchild? Is everything alright?"
It took her a while, but she finally found Millie and the doctor in the emergency room.
The doctor addressed her, "You must be a family member? We''ve already examined the pregnantdy There''s no serious issue, just that the emotional stress caused some false contractions. It''s essential for her to maintain a calm demeanor moving forward."