She's out of Your League Now (Millie and Winston) novel Chapter 7

Joanna fell to the ground, so Winston bolted to help her. 

Millie knelt, undid Patrick’s necktie at lightning speed, and tossed it aside. 

Joanna shook her head at Winston before frowning at Millie. “What are you doing, Mills? Can you even handle it?” 

The bystanders were also in shock. 

“Can a worthless loser like her handle this if even Ms. Lowell can’t?” 

“Mr. Harrison is a big deal! How dare she undo his top on such an occasion? What on earth is she planning?” 

Joanna pursed her lips when she heard everyone insult Millie. Then, she spoke gently, “Don’t force things just because everyone is hard on you. Mills, the Caldwell family dotes on you a lot, but this isn’t the same as you throwing tantrums at home. What’ll happen if you kill—” 

Panic coursed through her veins as she spoke, and she even grabbed Millie’s arm. She acted as if she was genuinely concerned for Millie. 

“Shut up.” Millie flung the former’s arm off, narrowing her eyes with a steely edge. 

All at once, Joanna failed to speak. She felt an inexplicable fear upon facing Millie’s ferocious expression. 

Millie looked toward Winston, who held Joanna in his arms. Her cold voice rang out. “Keep your woman on a leash, Mr. Greer.” 

Winston tensed as he found this version of Millie unfamiliar. “Millie, Jo was only worried about you. Can’t you tell when someone’s looking out for you?” 

Millie scoffed. Was Joanna worried about her, or was Joanna afraid she’d treat Patrick and steal the spotlight? 

She had been friends with Joanna for many years, so she was more than aware of the kind of person Joanna was. She would sacrifice herself unconditionally whenever Joanna pouted and cried. But now, she refused to let that happen again. 

“Millie, let me remind you of this on the account that we’ve been married for many years. Don’t butt into others’ business.” Winston’s brows knitted. 

Millie glanced up at Winston before flashing him a bitter smile. “Do you also think I’m an unintelligent and incapable loser?” 

Only silence came from Winston, which meant he had indirectly agreed. 

After taking a deep inhale, Millie spoke helplessly. “What a pity. You don’t know me one bit despite our many years of marriage.” 

Those words echoed in Winston’s mind as he gulped. Complicated emotions swirled in his eyes as he looked at Millie. He didn’t know why, but he felt frustrated. 

That was when Millie revealed the fountain pen in her hands, shocking everyone there. They didn’t know why she’d take out a fountain pen at such a crucial moment. 

“What’s she doing?” 

“That loser from the Caldwell family better not cost Mr. Harrison’s life! Otherwise—” 

While heated discussions rang out, Millie did something that shocked everyone. She stabbed the pointed tip of the pen into Patrick’s neck. Her movements were clean, fast, and ruthless. 

The crowd broke into another uproar. Everyone insulted Millie even more now. 

“Have you lost your mind, Millie?” 

“You won’t be able to get away from here if anything happens to Mr. Harrison!” 

Joanna couldn’t help gripping Winston’s arm tighter. Her eyes rounded as she thought, “Is Millie making an emergency airway puncture? God. She’s got some nerve!” 

Millie leaned forward and blew on the exposed part of the pen nib. After that, she pressed on Patrick’s chest with her other hand. She maintained a stern expression while doing so. 

Patrick’s finger moved again after some time. 

The doubtful voices from before were immediately silenced. 

Someone whispered, “Did Millie save Mr. Harrison?” 

“How’s that possible? If Ms. Lowell can’t even do it, how can Millie’s random method work?” 

That was when someone said from outside the hall. “The ambulance is here!” 

The paramedics rushed to the scene at once. 

Millie finally sighed in relief. She helped move Patrick onto the stretcher and ensured to report the details to the doctor. 

“The patient has congenital heart disease. A fast-acting heart attack medication was administered to the patient when he first collapsed. After taking it, he briefly awoke but soon fainted again. I deduced the patient suffers from severe asthma. He possibly has a respiratory obstruction, so I made an emergency airway puncture,” she recounted. 

The bystanders hummed pensively, thinking the first half of Millie’s words were correct. However, when they heard the second half, they immediately fought back. “Mr. Harrison doesn’t have asthma! Look at you, acting as if you know what you’re saying! Do you seriously think you’re a doctor?” 

“I’ve been friends with Mr. Harrison for many years. He doesn’t have asthma,” said a man around Patrick’s age.