Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 743:

So… Milly must have recognized him from the start, while he had been completely unaware.

Howard gripped the banknote tightly, tears slipping down and dampening the worn paper.

Madisyn’s voice was gentle as she said, “It looks like you and Milly have a bond that runs deep, Howard. Years ago, you helped her, and now, you’ve saved her from the organization’s grip.”noveldrama

But Howard shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “No… she’s helped me just as much.”

It was Milly who had made him forget the bitterness of old betrayals, restoring his faith in people, in hope.

“Milly hasn’t woken up yet. She’s resting in there.” Madisyn pointed to a nearby room. Howard walked into the bedroom.

There, Milly lay, peaceful in the soft, golden light that streamed through the window. But despite the serene scene, Howard knew the weight of the burdens she carried. He sat by the bed, gently holding Milly’s hand.

Her skin was soft and fair, yet her palm bore the roughness of someone who had endured much.

“Milly,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Memories of his past actions washed over him—how he had lashed out at her, those sharp words he had thrown her way, and the petty games he played with Nalani just to make her appear.

Only now did it hit him how foolish, how immature, he had been. Milly had stayed with him because she cared for him… and left for the very same reason.

In his desperate attempts to make her reappear, he had only deepened the hurt.

Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over.

Suddenly, a soft hand brushed against his cheek.

“Why are you crying?” Milly’s voice, cool and light like the first breeze of winter, carried a hint of confusion.

Howard turned, startled to see her awake, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with quiet concern.

Without thinking, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“You’re awake,” he choked out, his tears soaking through her shirt.

Milly’s voice was steady, soothing. “I’m awake. Don’t worry.”

“Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?” Howard asked softly as he let her go, his concern evident.

Milly gave a faint smile. “No.”

“That’s good… Why were you locked up?” Howard asked.

Milly’s gaze shifted away, avoiding his eyes. “It has nothing to do with you.”

She tried to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Howard grabbed her hand, his grip firm, his anxiety clear.

“I need to leave, to return to where I belong,” Milly answered softly, her eyes meeting his. “You must know by now, I’m not an ordinary person. Staying with you will only drag you into trouble.”

Milly lowered her eyes. “I’m sorry for deceiving you before. I should have been honest about who I was from the beginning.”

Guilt tugged at her.

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