Chapter 318
Chapter 318:
“I told Brandon you didn’t like him anymore and asked him to stop making you sad,” she said in a small voice. “I also told him not to visit me again… that he’s not my father.”
Looking at Millie timidly, Ari asked, “Millie, are you angry with me for saying that?”
Millie smiled warmly and pinched her cheek. “Of course not. Why would I be?”
She held Ari’s small hands in hers. “Don’t worry about it. Want me to make beef stew for dinner? I just found a new recipe online. And you can help plate the food creatively, shaping it into cute little animals. Sound good?”
“Yes, please!” Ari beamed. She always looked forward to Millie’s cooking. Latest content published on
With their dinner plan settled, they walked back to the car.
Soon, they were on the road, heading home together.
“Should we tail them, sir?” Eugene asked from the front seat.
Brandon slowly shook his head.
He wasn’t even sure why he had come. Maybe it was just to see Millie again, even if only from afar. But he was painfully aware that she didn’t want to see him.
She was still hurt.
Ari’s words lingered in the silence, leaving a dull ache in his chest.
Millie hadn’t refuted them.
And then there was the stew.
She hadn’t made it for him in so long.
Back then, no matter how late he came home, she’d always be waiting, with a warm meal ready.
She’d always given him a sense of comfort.
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Now…
Brandon shut his eyes.
It felt like those memories belonged to another life.
“How much longer until the divorce is finalized?” he asked quietly.
Eugene didn’t need to think. “Today marks twenty-eight days, sir. In two more, the decree can be finalized.”
Brandon said nothing. Eugene glanced at him in the rearview mirror, then asked cautiously, “Are you… reconsidering things?”
Brandon’s eyes opened. He met Eugene’s reflection without saying a word.
The look was enough. Eugene quickly shifted his gaze forward.
“My apologies, sir. I shouldn’t have asked.”
Brandon let the comment pass without reproach, returning his attention to the view outside.
The street near the kindergarten was full of movement—parents greeting their children with wide smiles and open arms.
He watched them, something stirring quietly inside.
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