Chapter 7

It turned out to be Millie.

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.

"Hah, I'll get on my knees and grovel if Millie turns out to be actually that capable! Hell, I'll even worship her as a god!" said someone else.

Many icy glares snapped toward Millie just then. It was as if those people were saying, "See? A loser will always be a loser!"

Millie's lips curved while anticipation flashed in her eyes. She mused, "Worship me, huh? Interesting."

That was when an urgent voice rang out. "You're right. My dad has severe asthma!"

Everyone looked over at the man who had just rushed over. It was Patrick's son, Simon Harrison.

Simon was in a suit and tie. He also wore glasses. He appeared to be a gentleman. With a slight nod at Millie, he greeted her.

Millie suddenly felt a sharp pain in her palm. She looked down, unballed her fist, and frowned.

The fountain pen tip was so sharp, and she was so hasty earlier that she accidentally cut her hand.

"Mr. Tudbury, my father has asthma. He just didn't mention it to anyone else. After all, it isn't anything to be proud of," Simon explained to the man who spoke earlier.

The man, whose name was David Tudbury, stiffened.

Meanwhile, the scene fell into a pin-drop silence. Everyone's faces tensed at once.

"How's that possible? Did Millie really save Mr. Harrison?"

"I bet she made a blind guess and got lucky!"

After the doctor performed a check, he revealed something that shut everyone up. He told Millie, "Your deduction was correct. Also, you dealt with the situation boldly and perfectly! Thank you for buying us more precious time. If it weren't for you, I fear the patient would've…"

The entire hall was dead silent. Everyone couldn't bring themselves to speak anymore. They were shocked that the loser from the Caldwell family actually knew a thing or two.

Winston wasn't as surprised as everyone else. He knew Millie had always loved studying medicine. She had read countless medical books and published many research articles these past few years.

Indeed, her medical capabilities didn't deserve to be questioned.

Despite being Millie's husband, Winston eventually became like everyone else at some point; he saw Millie as a worthless loser.

He felt inexplicably ashamed after recalling what Millie said earlier.

Millie turned, but her body swayed, and she couldn't help staggering a step back.

She always had low blood pressure. Not to mention, she hadn't rested well these past two days and operated under extreme pressure. All those led to her feeling dizzy.

Winston frowned. He instinctively stepped forward when he sensed Millie was about to faint.

Millie felt an arm support her waist just then. She glanced up at Simon, who held her.

Simon treated her with the utmost gentleness and asked warmly, "Are you alright, Ms. Caldwell?"

Millie casually glanced at Winston from the corner of her eye. She watched as Joanna said something unintelligible to Winston. Then, he carried Joanna and headed outside.

Disappointment filled Millie. She looked away and felt her heart ache like something had stabbed it.

"I'm fine," she replied with a bland tone.

Simon fished out a name card with gold foiling. He handed it to Millie, gratitude brimming in his voice. "Thank you for saving my dad. Here's my card. The Harrison family will visit and express our formal thanks sometime soon."

"You're too kind, Mr. Simon, but you should hurry to the hospital," Millie said calmly.

Simon nodded before leaving right away.

Millie turned to face everyone.

The crowd's faces had contorted with discomfort. They had called Millie a loser earlier. Yet, she saved Patrick without reacting to their taunts.

That was like a slap to their faces.

They looked around and realized Joanna, whom they showered in praise, had long vanished from the scene.

Millie casually picked up a sterilized hand towel to wipe her wound. She lifted her gaze as she drawled, "Who was it that said they'd grovel and worship me as a god earlier?"

Others around her wanted to leave and pretend nothing had happened. Upon hearing her words, they froze.

Millie sat on the high chair at the bar. She leaned lazily against the backrest. Her long dress covered her slender legs that went on for miles.

Silence filled the space. The invisible pressure and discomfort in the air made everyone feel ashamed. Eventually, a man in his thirties got shoved forward.

Millie studied the man while curving her eyes. It made her beautiful face almost demon-like. She smirked and then barked at the man, "On your knees!"