Chapter 619

Chapter 619:
He had never seen Brandon cry before.
Darden’s eyes darted around, catching sight of Myron.
He had never imagined that the ever-smiling, gentle, seemingly refined Myron could carry such menace.
The look Myron had given him earlier had sent a genuine chill down his spine.
That gentle attitude had been nothing but an act!
Myron made his move without the slightest hesitation when he had to.
What had happened? How had it all come to this?
Instinctively, Darden glanced toward the car parked in the distance.
Was this because of Millie?
As he wrestled with the thought, Myron gave a cold, mirthless laugh.
“Brandon, do you really think a few words and some tears will make me hand her back to you? You must be out of your mind.” Myron’s voice was cold. “Also, she’s not some trinket to be claimed. You never respected her, Brandon. You never cared about what she felt, about her sadness or her happiness.”
Brandon swallowed down his grief, raising his face to look at Myron. “What if she says she loves me? That she wants to be with me? Would you let her be with me?”
The two men stared at each other, and the parking lot fell into a tense, heavy silence.
Finally, Myron spoke. “Hasn’t it been that way all these years?”
Millie’s heart had once belonged to Brandon, and for that reason, Myron had been content to quietly protect her. He remained in the background, never interfering. He only wanted her happiness.
But over time, he saw the truth. Millie wasn’t happy. She was often in tears, and he could no longer bear to watch her suffer.
𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴﹐ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Brandon was speechless, lowering his face as if a memory had been awakened in his mind.
“I saw that photo, from Eldoria… years ago,” he said at last.
Myron gave a small laugh. “It all began even earlier than that.”
“Please,” Brandon whispered. At this, Darden glared at Brandon in shock.
Myron didn’t respond. He simply stared at Brandon, his eyes cold. Discover more novels at.net
When Brandon looked up again, he saw the determination in Myron’s eyes. Brandon understood at once the silent response—Myron would never let go.
Brandon gave a low, bitter laugh. He didn’t know how it had come to this, how everything had spun out of his control. And now, he could do nothing to change it.
“I won’t let her go,” Brandon muttered. Blood and tears streaked down his face. “Myron, I will not let go!” he repeated fiercely.
Myron’s eyes stayed cold as he looked at the man before him. At last, he released Brandon’s hand. He let go of Darden, drew a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his palm, and tossed it toward Brandon.
“Whether you let go or not doesn’t matter,” Myron said. “You should understand that she’s my girlfriend now… No—”
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