Chapter 175

Chapter 175:
A photograph on the screen caught Millie kneeling down to tidy the little girl’s clothes, just as the child called out, “Mommy,” in a gentle voice. This image was unfiltered and raw, the source of all the recent rumors.
A faint crease formed between Brandon’s brows as he wondered about Millie’s intentions. The appearance of a little girl puzzled him—when did she come into the picture? Get full chapters from.net
He reached for his phone, planning to speak to Millie, but a sudden vibration stopped him. Vivian’s name flashed on the screen.
He took a brief moment to consider, and then accepted her call.
“Brandon, did you happen to read the news online today?” Vivian’s question drifted through, her tone soft and uncertain, tugging at his empathy.
Brandon wasted no time getting to the point. “You mean the situation involving Millie?”
“That’s right,” Vivian answered, her words faltering as she continued. “Brandon, is that little girl yours and Millie’s?”
Brandon’s mind sifted through memories. For seven years, Millie had always been near. If a child had ever existed, he could not have missed it. He let out a short breath. “I honestly don’t know, but I doubt it.”
Vivian’s next words sounded gentle and slightly muttered. “Brandon, please don’t worry about me. If you and Millie did have a child, I’d understand. After everything you’ve shared, it’s not unusual. I… I really wouldn’t mind.” She faded into silence, and an uneasy quiet settled between them.
Silence lingered for half a minute before Vivian quietly murmured, “Forget it.”
With his gaze drifting to the sky outside his office window, Brandon watched the slow parade of clouds. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
No reply came from Vivian, not even a faint echo of her usual encouragement. A tremor in her voice slipped through the line as she admitted, “Brandon, I have no wish to cause her pain. My time is running short, and there isn’t much left that I desire. All I ever wanted was your love. If this situation brings her sorrow, Brandon, please return to her side. I’ll be all right.”
Tears tightened her words, but she managed to hold herself together. Back at her studio, however, Vivian’s face was bright with cheer, masking everything inside. Releasing someone could sometimes carry more weight than clinging to them.
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It did not take long for Brandon’s reply to break the silence. “You can trust me to deal with this. Take care of yourself, Vivian.”
At that very moment, Millie sat in front of her own screen, studying every headline that had appeared. Once she felt certain that every trace of the news had vanished online, Millie finally set her phone aside. The sight of a crayon sketch nearby drew a gentle smile to her lips. Just days earlier, discovering the bottle of pills in the car and thinking of her lost child had triggered another mental breakdown.
She set aside everything and went to Rita’s office. Emotions surged, leaving her unsteady as she walked inside.
“You’re not yourself right now,” said Rita, watching her closely. “I’ve seen some things online, but I never imagined you’d have to endure the loss of a child, too.” Inside her office, sympathy softened Rita’s expression.
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