Novel Storm
Chapter 1375
While singing, Millie’s voice gradually grew quieter, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.
Suppressing his desire for intimacy, Marcus slid his hand under her warm clothing, softly caressing her buttocks. When she let out a drowsy moan, he withdrew his hand and tucked her in. He then planted a tender kiss on her fragrant hair and settled into slumber, satisfied.
Simultaneously, in a local hotel, a tall, silver-haired elderly man stood before a realistic mural featuring a fierce lion.
The old man’s attire bore a yellow dragon embroidery on the front, and he clutched a blood-red pearwood walking stick, which was heavy with complex graphics and text. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
At that moment, the door was softly pushed open, and a man in his sixties entered.
The elderly man didn’t turn to acknowledge the newcomer.
“Brett, how is my grandson?”
“Sir, I’ve dispatched someone to the hospital for an update. Marcus was ambushed by Ryan and Jonah, sustaining a gunshot wound to his arm. He underwent surgery at the town hospital and is currently recovering there. The gunshot injury isn’t severe, but the Bloody Herb’s poison has yet to be fully treated.”
Victor pivoted on his crutch and headed towards the tea table.
The sound of the crutch striking the floor seemed to send shivers down Brett’s spine.
Brett promptly moved to position the chair correctly for Victor.
“What about that woman?”
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“Are you referring to Millie? She has been by Marcus’s side at the hospital throughout.”
Victor snorted.
“He’s risking his life for a woman. The Bloody Herb is exceptionally toxic. Doesn’t he grasp the gravity of the situation? I’ve urged him repeatedly to seek treatment on the island, but he pays me no heed.”
Brett inquired, “Sir, would you like to schedule a meeting with him immediately?”
Victor shook his head.
“No, it’s not the right moment. He’s not vulnerable enough at the moment. He won’t be willing to accompany us. We should wait until he’s more vulnerable.”
“Alright. What about Millie?”
Victor raised his hefty walking stick and struck it forcefully against the floor, his face contorted with anger.