Chapter 257

Chapter 257:
Somehow, that gemstone and this moment felt bound by the same strange thread of destiny.
Losing his temper with Millie in front of Ari was something he wished he could take back—it stung more than he cared to admit.
Darden broke the silence, lifting his glass to clink against Brandon’s with a knowing look. “Come on, don’t spiral. Overthinking won’t fix anything. You still haven’t handled things with Vivian.”
His words cut straight to the heart of it as he continued, “Right now, it’s smarter to put some space between you and Millie. And the kid, too. I mean, you have Vivian to worry about now, right?”
Darden’s tone softened. “Vivian’s got maybe half a year left, if that. Just… take it one step at a time.” Original content can be found at.net
Brandon pressed his fingers to his temples as another wave of pain rolled through his head.
In the end, he could only manage a silent nod.
He knew what he had to do—deal with Vivian first, before anything else.
She was running out of time.
Once it was over, he’d finally have the chance to explain everything to Millie. And in his heart, he trusted that when that moment came, Millie would understand.
Time flew by. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Vivian was completely caught up in the situation with Serena and unaware of everything else that had transpired that day.
By the following day, rumors about Millie and Charles had already spread everywhere, yet there was still no word from Serena.
Did she not know? Or was she simply too ashamed to be the one to reach out first?
Mulling this over, Vivian decided to send a message to Serena’s phone. Millie was driving home after dropping Ari off when her phone vibrated.
She stopped at a red light and glanced at the screen.
It was a message from Serena’s number, sent by Vivian.
“Have you seen the news trending online? This confirms that I wasn’t lying. This is your last chance. Work with me, and I’ll support you to the very end.”
The streetlight beside her car buzzed faintly as it flickered, casting a wavering glow.
Millie paid no mind to Vivian’s message and instead opened a different message in her inbox.
It was from Babette, sent a few days before.
Millie had been searching for a reason to avoid Babette’s wine tasting event.
Something about it gave her a bad feeling, as if it would be more trouble than it was worth.
But before she could come up with a solid excuse, Babette had sent her a message.
“You have to be at the wine tasting, Millie. If I were you, I wouldn’t miss it. Remember why I came back to the country this time. The Bennett family’s old dealings are still tied to the Watson Group. You know what that means.”
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