Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



Feeling wronged yet somewhat hopeful, Millie asked, "Earlier you mentioned getting Murray to give me some status? What did he say?"

Now that the child was gone and the five million dollars had evaporated, her chances of securing that money were nil.

But, if she could marry into the prestigious Sherwood family, wouldn't she be set for life?

During the month Millie spent in the hospital, she often reminisced about the time when her pregnancy was going smoothly, her baby safe and sound. She'd constantly bicker with Murray, getting into squabbles with Beverley...

She took her strong constitution for granted, stirring up trouble and, in the process, wearing herself down.

She even indulged in cold drinks and chilled fruits...

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to slap herself.

If only she had known... she should have been more careful during her pregnancy.

"Why did I even bother getting upset? Couldn't I have waited until after the baby was born?"

Maisie frowned, "What was he going to say? Murray is not the type to give in easily, even getting a meeting with him is hard."

Farley listened and felt a surge of frustration.

Beverley was ready to settle with five million dollars, why couldn't she just take that and leave? Insisting on fifty million, not a penny less...

Farley's gaze towards Maisie carried a hint of reproach.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

But he didn't voice his thoughts, "Mom, what do we do now?"

Maisie's eyes hardened, "We have nothing to lose against those who have everything. If he doesn't agree, we'll make a scene. We'll see who gets tired first."

The next day, the duo made their way to Murray's office again.

The main entrance was heavily guarded, making it impossible for them to enter.

Luckily, Farley discovered the building's fire escape, hidden behind a discreet door.

A poster on the door blended it with the surrounding wallpaper, making it nearly invisible at first glance.

Through this door, they could access any floor.

But their spirits sank when they realized-

There was no elevator!

They had to climb the stairs, one floor at a time!

"Mom... maybe we should think of something else?" Farley said, swallowing nervously.

Climbing twenty or thirty floors up would totally wear out their legs.

Maisie was undeterred, "What are you afraid of? Let's climb! Think of the five hundred thousand dollars waiting for us at the top. Are you still tired?" Motivated by the thought of money, Farley's spirits lifted.

Fifty minutes later-

They finally reached the floor where Murray's office was located.

Millie, having brought a wrench, smashed open the fire escape door to their floor, catching the

secretaries, assistants, and security off guard. She began shouting at the top of her lungs-

"Murray, you scoundrel! If you don't give us an explanation today, I swear I'll end it here!"

"Everyone listen to me! This man got my daughter pregnant and refuses to take responsibility. She's in the hospital right now! We have no money, no support; are they trying to drive us to death?"

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"If you refuse to take responsibility, I'll jump from here and haunt you and your family forever!"

Millie's voice echoed loudly.

Unfortunately, the soundproofing between floors was so effective that no one beyond their immediate vicinity could hear her rampage.

The floor was occupied by Murray's assistants and secretaries, none of whom dared to spread a word.

But Millie didn't realize this.

She continued to scream and shout.

The assistants and secretaries exchanged uneasy glances.

It wasn't until Millie sat on the windowsill, threatening to jump, that they took her seriously.

Death was one thing, but not here.

Just in time, Murray stepped out

from his office. His expression was impassive as he looked at Millie

perched on the windowsill and

Farley, who was half-heartedly

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to talk her down from jumping.

"Done with your spectacle?"

"You want money, right?"

"Let's talk inside."

Without waiting for their response, he turned and walked back into his office.