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Chapter 296 Is This a Dream

The scene turns to the Lloyds' place.

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Upon ending the call, Hansel exhaled deeply, his nerves manifest as he cast a glance at the figure seated

beside him.

The man, whose long silver hair fell gracefully over his shoulders, appeared unperturbed by the conversation that had just transpired. Instead, his attention was entirely devoted to the small serpent coiled in his hand, which persistently emitted its tongue,

"You consumed nightshade? You very well could have killed yourself.

Hiss, hiss, his3-

"And just because it is by her feet, you think she is the one who fed you? Who taught you that?"

Hiss, hiss, hiss-

No, she remains insensible. You shall not visit her.

Hiss, hiss, hiss-

The man and the serpent shared a profound understanding, their communication seemingly effortless and intimate.

Hansel, meanwhile, could not suppress the shiver that traced his spine. Despite having observed the serpent's growth, its status as the most venomous creature in existence filled him with a sense of foreboding. "Cursemaster. I have conveyed the message to the Burnetts, as you instructed..."

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Hansel could not rid himself of the weight of uncertainty. He finally voiced his concern, "Cursemaster, the connection between the Lloyds and the Burnetts is tenuous at best. If all we require is this girl to mend the Saintess's garments, is it truly necessary for you to offer your own blood for her healing?"

After all, the Cursemaster's blood was priceless, a treasure beyond measure.

The idea of bestowing it upon an unknown girl troubled him deeply, even if she lay unconscious, teetering on the brink of death. There remained a possibility she could recover without such drastic measures. Santiago's eyes held a bemused light, his already striking features now exuding an ethereal chill that momentarily stunned the usually composed Hansel.

The Cursemaster was... truly captivating.

"It is but a few drops of blood, and that is far less significant than she."

Hansel presumed he spoke of Bobby and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Bobby is of immense importance."

Santiago's lips curved into a faint smirk, choosing neither to argue nor to explain. He merely tapped the

Chapter 296 Is This a Dream

Milly found herself in what seemed an interminable dream, filled with odd and fragmented images. Each time she endeavoured to scrutinise them, an unseen force propelled her forward. She continued walking endlessly...

The road stretched before her, seemingly endless, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Weary and downcast, she sank onto the ground, only to be assailed by a chorus of voices, each insisting it had been a long time since they had seen her, causing her head to ache from the noise. "Stop! You're hurting my head."

She abruptly opened her eyes to find herself gazing into a pair of bloodshot, tear-streaked eyes. Wait? Xavier?

In her memory, Xavier had always been distant and proud, his manner aloof, detached, and filled with a persistent hostility towards her. Yet now, there was an unfamiliar gentleness in his gaze, a hint of uncertainty. Perhaps this is a dream.

Before she could voice her thoughts, Xavier sprang to his feet with uncharacteristic excitement. "Doctor, nurse, Jordan, Milly is awake! She's awake!" he shouted, knocking over chairs in his haste and rushing to the door.

Milly was silent.

This must be a dream. How else could Xavier, usually so composed, forget about the bedside call button?

Perhaps if she closed her eyes again, she could escape this bizarre scenario. She had no desire to face. Xavier, not even in her dreams.

But as her eyelids fluttered shut, the sound of hurried footsteps surrounded her, Opening her eyes once more, she found herself encircled by doctors in white coats, their faces serious as they conducted various tests. The cold instruments made her skin prickle. Amidst the medical chatter and the beeping of machines, Xavier's agitated voice rang out:

"Be careful with her! Show some professionalism!"

"Have you finished the examination, or did you get your licences from a cereal box? Can't you see my sister is uncomfortable?"

"Do you know what you're doing? If not, I'll have a military doctor come and take over."

"You guys...

At first, Milly thought she was dreaming, but the longer she listened to his incessant complaining, the more her head throbbed, and she realised this was indeed reality.

In her dreams, Xavier would never be this bothersome. I might be hurt, but is Xavier injured too? Maybe he knocked his head too hard. He should be taking care of Stephanie. You know, his real sister. Why is he trying to get into my good books?

The memory of him mercilessly breaking her fingers in the woods and leaving her behind without a

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second glance, filled her with fury.

She comprehended his affection for Stephanie, yet he must have realised that the likelihood of survival was minimal if she remamed unrescued. Even if he harboured a genuine desire to save her, a way to rescue both damsels together could have been contrived, but alas, he did not. He chose to abandon her.

on !

The sense of abandonment and the near brush with death would forever linger within her.

After the physician confirmed her condition was not dire, he departed, leaving the once bustling infirmary in a quieter state.

Jordan, standing nearby, hastened to

her bedside. His hair was unkempt, a

shadow of stubble adome his chìn, and his eyes bore the marks of sleepless nights, making him appear as though a decade had passed in mere days.

Though concern was etched in his gaze, words seemed to elude him as he approached her. He gently caressed her hair. "Good, you've come back to us. It's good to see you awake."

Milly felt tears brimming in her eyes. "Jordan, how long have I been asleep?"

Jordan's voice was laden with weariness and trepidation. "Three days."

For those three days, he dared not close his eyes, fearing that if he did, he might miss Milly's awakening, or worse, not be there when she needed him most.

Milly was astonished to learn that

she had been unconscious for such a

duration. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she asked, Jordan, who rescued me and brought me back? I thought I saw some kind of god before I passed out."

Before her consciousness faded to black, she thought she saw one unbelievably handsome man in white robes.

He did feel like a deity.

Jordan chuckled softly. "Don't be absurd, you were found by forest patrol."

He chose to omit any mention of the Lloyds, not wishing to add to her burdens.

Milly did not press further, though a flicker of doubt lingered in her mind. She was too weary to ponder over it, comforted by the simple fact that she was safe and home.

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