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Chapter 308 A Private Conversation George lay in the hospital bed, seeming distressed by a headache caused by the noise. He closed his eyes. weakly and murmured, "Could you step out for a while? I need to have a private talk.

Scarface stared angrily at Milly, his fists tightly clenched, emitting a slight sound. "Didn't you hear Master's request for you to leave? I'll handle you later!" Milly's gaze shifted nervously, yet she remained steadfast.

Uncertain whether George meant her or Scarface by "you", she was determined not to leave.

She had questions for George and feared that leaving might mean never seeing him again.

Seeing her still unmoving, Scarface's sinister gaze narrowed. Just as he was about to call in the others to drag Milly out, George suddenly spoke again, this twith clear impatience, "Scarface, get out!" Scarface was momentarily taken aback. "What? Master....

Wait, shouldn't the woman be the one departing? "Get out, now! Scarface suppressed the words he was ready to utter. Despite not comprehending why George ordered him to depart and leave the woman behind, he obeyed his command.

As he walked past Milly, he couldn't help but caution her, "I'll be waiting outside. If you try anything against Master, I'll personally kill you!" His feelings toward Milly were now a mix of hostility and distrust. Despite George's previous fondness for her, she didn't even respond. Now that George was in trouble, she appeared here, pretending to care.

Without her, how could Master have been targeted by the Ghost Sect! Keeping her here is nothing but trouble! He vowed to wait until George finished talking to her, then find an opportunity to eliminate her once and for all, to prevent any future troubles.

After delivering the threat, he walked away without looking back.

With a sudden click, the door shut, leaving only George and Milly in the ward.

Neither uttered a word, and an unsettling silence settled over the room once more.

Eventually, George looked at the solitary girl standing nearby and sighed softly, seeming resigned. "Chere." Moving like a robot, Milly finally obeyed the command and slowly walked toward him. Her eyes were slightly teary, and her expression vacant, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

George studied her intently, his gaze unreadable, his emotions inscrutable. "You haven't toldwho you are." Milly attempted to discern any hint of deception on his face or in his eyes but found none.

1/3 Chapter 308 A Private Conversation He truly appeared to have forgotten me.

"I am Milly Burnett." Milly herself didn't realise that her voice trembled slightly.

George nodded calmly, "Your nis delightful. Therefore, what is the relationship between you and me?" Certainly, what relationship....

Milly's words hesitated briefly. Upon reflection, they weren't friends, romantic partners, business partners, coworkers, peers, siblings, relatives, allies..

It appeared that no relationship in existence could encapsulate the connection between them.

Feeling her uncertainty, George decided not to insist on an answer to that question any further. "If you'd rather not answer, that's okay. I don't need to know." Milly quivered, sensing a prickling sensation in her heart. "No, our relationship..

We're friends." She settled on the most appropriate description.

George stayed quiet, reclining on the bed, his gaze fixed on her with a deep and enigmatic emotion. After a pause, he murmured gently, "Hmm." His bleak stare was too apparent, causing Milly to briefly believe he had recalled something. Eagerly, she moved closer to the bedside, looking at him hopefully. "Have you recalled something?" George's gaze remained distant, his voice indifferent and without pause. “No, I'm just curious. Scarface claimed I was ambushed and badly hurt because of you, yet you say we're simply friends. I don't believe I'm the type to risk everything for just a friend.

"So, it seems one of you must be deceiving me, George spoke in a composed manner, assessing the situation before him with objectivity and reason.

"So, who among you is deceiving me?" He wasn't the type to fuss over details, but he appeared quite determined to get an answer to this question. His eyes were fixed on Milly without wavering, anticipating her reply.

In contrast, Milly was direct. She pressed her lips together, perched on the edge of the bed, and met his. gaze squarely.

Just as George thought she might evade the question, he suddenly saw her move: rolling up her sleeve to uncover the bracelet nestled within..

"Perhaps you don't recall me, but does this bracelet jog your memory?" she inquired.

George furrowed his brow. "My grandma's bracelet? How did it end up on your wrist?" Milly took a deep breath, opting not to address his question directly. Instead, she went on, "In truth, I'm uncertain how to define our relationship. Even I struggle to find a clear answer. If 'friend' feels insincere to mae 'fiancée' is even more difficult for you to reconcile." 09:26 Mon, 15 Jul Chapter 308 A Private Conversation

Seated beside the hospital bed, she tilted her head slightly, softly touching the bracelet adorning her wrist, Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a gentle glow on her face, lending her a serene and tranquil demeanour. She positioned herself directly across from him, close enough to touch, yet there was a palpable distance that made her seem far away. With every breath he drew, it felt as though the person before him might vanish into thin air.

After a pause, she spoke softly, "This bracelet somehow found its way tounexpectedly. It's peculiar- I've tried everything to remove it, but it t budge. I've thought but it numerous methods, but none have worked. Back then, I despised this bracelet much like I despised you-overbearing and persistent, hovering like a spectre. We're strangers, yet you insist on imposing yourself on me. ence and yours.

"But gradually. I've grown accustomed to both the bracelet's presence

"You've always been there when I g needed you most, rescuingfrom danger. You've silently fulfilled my every wish, whether defendingagainst the Spencers at school, capturing Apollo's heart later on, or savingduring filming. When I tally it all up, it feels like the most fitting description of our relationship is that of debtor and creditor. You may not realize it, but I owe you 135 million. So, in a way, your amnesia might not be so bad after all-I guess I won't have to repay you after all."