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Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Chapter 775
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The room bore the scars of her frenzy. Leon approached Millie, his concern surfacing. “Are you unharmed?”

Millie shook her head, stepping back cautiously. “I am intact.”

Millie entered the room, saying, “I’ll fetch the design drawing. Please wait.”

In the room, Millie rubbed her scratched arm from the carton.

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Fiona teetered on the brink of madness, propelled from destitution to opulence, and now hurled back to her origins. Such a drastic shift often carried a poignant ache of acceptance.

Yet sympathy found no place within Fiona’s narrative, for her own choices sculpted this trajectory.

Within moments, Millie procured the design draft and blinked in surprise at the tidied room—Leon had erased the chaos.

After a pause, Millie extended the draft. “Here lies the design you sought.”

Leon accepted it, his gaze fixed on the blueprint with an intensity that concealed myriad emotions.

Abruptly, Millie recalled something and inquired, “Why did Fiona address you as Flynn?”

Leon pocketed the design, his gaze averted.

“Once, I was Flynn Davies. The nappeals tomore than Leon.”

Prior to rejoining the Thomas family, he’d donned simple black T-shirt, embroiled in brawls day by day. Over time, the pain lost its sting, and the hardship ceased to feel harrowing.

Returning to the fold, he took on a new nand attire, yet the aloofness within him remained intractable.

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A hush fell over Millie, sensing Leon’s profound anguish. He believed he’d found his life’s devotion, only to be ensnared in a charade.

Seeking reassurance, Millie ventured, “Preserving spast memories is worthwhile. But we should move on.”

She wished to convey that disappointment shouldn’t fester and Fiona wasn’t the one from his memory. But she kept silent for fear that he would keep searching.

“Perhaps. Are you bound for the hospital? Shall we visit your grandmother?”

Millie, her yearning for her grandmother palpable, concurred eagerly.

“Agreed.”

Before long, they reached the hospital ward, where Millie’s grandmother was engrossed in watching TV.

At the sight of Leon accompanying Millie, her grandmother voiced a cautious query.