Chapter 521

Chapter 521:
Only now did he realize—it was never that Millie couldn’t let go of him. It was him who couldn’t let go of Millie.
But she had already made her choice. She had chosen Myron.
After a brief pause, he nodded.
“Thank you,” Brandon said, and then took the file folder and left.
He sat alone in his car, lost in thought.
Lately, his temper had gotten the better of him. Things had spiraled. It was time to make things right.
With a long breath, he pulled out his phone and called Eugene.
“Mr. Watson?” Eugene answered quickly.
“Notify all relevant departments to draft a plan. We need to sever all connections between Vivian and Watson Group,” Brandon said calmly.
“Huh?” Eugene sounded confused.
“Any issue related to the recent stock fluctuation—and any of Vivian’s future projects—must be kept completely separate from the Watson Group. No overlap, no mutual impact,” Brandon said. His voice was steady again, like his old self.
Vivian’s project was too much of a gamble.
He had warned her, but she kept going. He couldn’t stop her. So, he had to cut ties to save the Watson Group.
“Also, set up a new back-up project for her. Make sure the funds are handled properly,” Brandon added.
That was his final gesture of leniency toward Vivian.
As for Millie… He lowered his gaze, not daring to think too far. He hoped time would soften the edges. This text is hosted at.net
Just as he was about to start the engine, he spotted the doctor who had handled Vivian’s diagnosis. It felt like the right time to clear some doubts.
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Brandon stepped out of the car and walked over.
The doctor now had his back to him, chatting with someone over the phone.
“Yeah, we’re only able to cover up this much. Even though it’s a private facility, and we’ve got more leeway, we still can’t forge a full diagnosis without any symptoms. Last time, someone wanted to fake their medical record too, but they actually slit their wrists—so that was easier to explain. If your—” the doctor said.
Brandon hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But at the mention of wrist-slitting and fake medical records, he froze.
Could it be Vivian?
He then remembered the mailing issue. Had she changed the address on purpose—to stop him from getting the report?
Without a word, Brandon turned and left. He called Eugene again.
“Mr. Watson?” Eugene answered.
“Look into who Vivian has been spending time with recently. Also, investigate the psychiatrist who handled her case,” Brandon said.
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