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His adoptive mother, who had rescued him, nurtured his education, and
embraced him as her own, had succumbed to illness. The girl who had rescued
him from the abyss of despair had vanished, leaving him uncertain of her fate.
His pursuit of medicine wasn't driven by a desire to rescue others; rather, it was
fueled by the hope of curing his adoptive mother’s ailment. Yet, cruel irony
reigned.
He became a savior to many, but his skills couldn't rescue the one he held most
dear—his adoptive mother.
Leon stood up.
“Rise and depart. Your supplication, even adorned with a genuflection, won't
sway me. I've forsaken doctoring.”
Millie's act of kneeling, a stark departure from her demeanor thus far, flustered
him, evoking an unfamiliar emotion. Her past ceaseless presence akin to an
incessant buzz, grating on his patience. Her chatter ceased abruptly, leaving an
unexpected disquiet in its wake.
In due time, her chatter subsided. Curiously, Leon found himself unaccustomed
to her indifference.
Millie lifted her gaze, disbelief swirling within her eyes.
How could his heart be so unyielding? A chance to rescue her grandmother was
callously dismissed. His cruelty knew no bounds. Gianna might be evil, but even
she would bend for gain.
Yet Leon diverged, bereft of desire and immune to persuasion.
“Leon, I implore you, save my grandmother. I'll craft jewelry for your union with
Miss Brown. My commitment is unwavering. Should you engage in conflict with
your grandmother, my intercession shall be swift.”
She paused before continuing, “Do you despise me? Should you perform this
surgery, I shall vanish from your sight forever.”
Her entreaties flowed ceaselessly, each oath a thread binding her plea. She laid
herself bare, her resolve unshakable.
Millie's words flowed in a cascade, a concerted effort to thaw the frost encasing
Leon's heart. The weight of her grandmother's salvation loomed large; failure to
seize this chance would etch an indelible guilt across her life's tapestry.
Millie's fingers extended, grasping the sleek fabric of Leon's trousers. This instant
marked the zenith of humility in her existence, yet in her pursuit of her
grandmother's deliverance, she remained impervious to the magnitude of her act.
Tears coursed down her cheeks, relentless as a river's course.
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Leon's knuckles whitened as he
clenched his fists, a maelstrom of
irritation raging within. He wrested
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“Julius, assist her; escort her away.”
Julius advanced, intent on extending a hand to aid Millie's ascent. “Miss, I
implore you to withdraw.”
Julius was keenly aware that Leon's resolve was unyielding.
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But Millie resisted unyieldingly. She
brushed away her tears, her gaze

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shall remain here, kneeling in
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She couldn't retreat; she couldn't
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witness her grandmother's suffering.
The worsening state of her
grandmother was an affliction she
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