A Film Queen of Two Worlds

Chapter 228 Finding Inspiration Through Criticism

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"Matthew, let me make this clear. If I can knock you down once, I can do it twice, three times, or countless times. Just like you said, I'm Milly, and I'm ruthless, unlike Stephanie with her kind heart. So don't mess with me, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!

I'm warning you in advance. Don't say I didn't respect my elders when the time comes."

Milly's voice was icy cold, carrying a strong threat.

Matthew had never treated her well, so she didn't feel the need to be nice to him. If they had to break ties, so be it. She wasn't afraid, after all, she wasn't the one who needed something from him.

Matthew, who should have been asking for her help, was now too furious to remember that. His mind was filled with the desire to crush Milly.

"You better let go of me, or I'll make sure you get kicked out of the Burnetts! Believe me!"

Milly rolled her eyes at Matthew's threat, full of sarcasm. "Oli? And who are you going to get to kick me out of the Burnetts? Your own strength isn't enough, is it? So, will you rely on Jordan? Or Grandpa? "Do you think they'll be willing to kick me out?"

Matthew fell silent at her words.

He was just a bit slow-witted, but that didn't mean he lacked any logical thinking.

It was obvious to anyone that Jordan now doted on Milly the most, practically willing to give her his heart. How could he possibly be willing to kick her out?

Then there was Philip

In the past, Matthew might have been confident he could persuade Philip. But now, Milly was Master Nirvana's apprentice, her status significantly elevated. Philip was eager to curry favor with her, so how could he possibly kick her out?

It seemed he really couldn't do anything to her now.

At some point, Milly had removed her foot from Matthew's back and was looking at him with a blank. expression. Matthew, since we've reached this point, let's lay it all out clearly. Since we both can't stand each other, let's just stay out of each other's way. You go your way, and I'll go mine. We won't interfere with

each other.

"You like Stephanie, then go ahead and like her. I won't interfere with your deep sibling bond, but the condition is, don't mess with me."

Matthew sneered at her words, clearly not believing her. "Hmph, who would mess with you? It's always been you bullying Stephanie! If you hadn't been picking on her all the time, we wouldn't treat you so badly. Master Nirvana claims you have a deep Buddhist affinity, but you don't show any compassion."

Milly felt speechless.

She almost laughed out of sheer frustration.

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the other cheek forever? Was she supposed to clap and cheer even if she got beaten to death?

Did being a Buddhist disciple mean she deserved to be bullied?

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But Milly didn't want to argue with this fool anymore. Why bother taking a fool seriously? It would only cause her more frustration.

"Since Matthe

mentioned Buddhism, I'll quote a Buddhist scripture. 'If I do not cross over in this life, in what life shall I cross over? You should know what this means, right? You cling to your obsessions and force them upon yourself. Don't you find it exhausting?

Even though it was still midsummer, the temple built in the mountains let the evening breeze carry a hint of chill into the room. It blew through Milly's hair and made the lights flicker.

The breeze also seemed to clear Matthew's mind a bit as he lay on the ground.

He lifted his head, ready to retort, but then he met Milly's eyes and couldn't help but shudder.

Her eyes were calm and untroubled, devoid of worldly desires. She was human just like him, yet she seemed to have transcended earthly concerns,

She had said, "If I do not cross over in this life, in what life shall I cross over?"

Life was precious, and encountering the Buddha's teachings was rare. He realized she meant that since she already had these rare and precious opportunities, if she didn't seek liberation from suffering in this life, when would she?

She meant that he had been living in invisible chains, adding unnecessary pressure on himself. These burdens weren't really his, it was like he was hating on behalf of someone else and couldn't find his own liberation.

He had trapped himself in a cage that wasn't his to begin with.

Milly stood there without a robe, Buddhist clothing, or any ornaments associated with Buddhist. Yet, just by standing there and saying a few simple words, she somehow brought a sense of peace and relief. Suddenly, Matthew's eyes lit up!

Who said only those wearing Buddhist robes were monks? Who said monks had to wear specific clothing?

He suddenly stood up, excitement written all over his face. He grabbed a pen and paper from the table. and then lay back down in his previous position.

"Keep scolding me!"

He started furiously scribbling, clearly inspired and in the midst of a creative frenzy.

Milly was speechless.

Keep scolding him?

In her entire life, it was the first time Milly had heard such a rude request.

He had been arguing with her just moments ago. Had he realized his mistake now? Or had she hit him too hard?

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"Forget about continuing to scold you. Let's pretenel today's incident never happened. Just leave. From now on, let's keep our interactions to a minimum and maintain superficial peace."

It wasn't that she was particularly magnanimous, Milly just knew that as long as she remained in Burnett Mansion, she would have to see Matthew frequently. It wouldn't be good to escalate the tension, and she didn't want to make things difficult for Jordan.

She thought Matthew would share her sentiment, but to her surprise, he acted as if he hadn't heard her at all. He remained focused on his sketching, occasionally glancing up at her before returning to his work.

Clearly, he hadn't been listening to her.:

Seeing this, Milly raised an eyebrow. Even a fool could see that Matthew had found inspiration in her and was now frantically creating.

No wonder he had been so agreeable-he was overflowing with inspiration.

It was quite amusing, actually. She had never seen anyone get inspired by being scolded before.

After who knows how long, Matthew finally stopped writing. He tried to stand up but realized his legs and arms had gone numb..

He had no idea how long he'd been lying there.

The rush of inspiration had made him forget the passage of time.

He stretched his stiff limbs and slowly stood up, looking at his drafts with satisfaction. The anger on his face had been replaced by a broad smile.

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