"Get out!"
"Murray..."
"Didn't you hear me? I said get out!"
Millie bit her lip, shaking all over.
But there wasn't a trace of pity on Murray's face. "And don't you dare step foot in here again without my permission, got it?"
"Why?" Millie looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "This bedroom is supposed to be ours, isn't it? Why can't I come in?"
"Ours?" The smirk on his face was nearly cruel. "You think you're worthy?"
Millie swayed, nearly losing her balance.
Murray didn't move to catch her, watching with the detached amusement of a spectator. His mocking gaze seemed to say—keep acting, keep pretending.
"Get out!"
Millie turned and left, utterly defeated.
"Wait..." Murray stopped her.
Millie's eyes sparked with hope.
But then Murray said, "Take your trash with you."
In the end, Millie left the master bedroom carrying a tray.
"Madam, did Mr. Sherwood not eat again?" asked the maid.
Millie quickly composed herself and sighed, "No, he didn't want to eat. No matter how much I tried, he just wouldn't. Please take care of this. I'll go check on him again..."
"Of course, Madam. You go ahead, we'll handle this."
"Thanks." Millie nodded, satisfied, and headed back upstairs.
But the moment she turned away, her smile vanished.
Looking towards the master bedroom, she swore to herself—someday, she would make it hers.
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