Chapter 624

Chapter 624:
“Did Millie say something to you?” Vivian’s eyes darkened with resentment. “She’s lying!”
Brandon’s lips curved into a bitter sneer. “She hasn’t mentioned you once.”
In truth, Millie didn’t even want to see him, let alone talk to him.
“Vivian, what do you take me for?” His voice was low but burning with fury.
He glared at Vivian. “To deceive me? To threaten me?”
He had completely overlooked the harm she caused Millie because of her act, her fake depression.
He had let it slide again and again.
A rush of intense hatred surged through Brandon, and his stare was cold, filled with the kind of fury that could kill.
Vivian faltered for a split second, thrown off balance. How had Brandon figured out that her depression was nothing but a façade? Did he also know the truth about her fake stomach cancer?
She kept her eyes down, terrified that even a glance at Brandon might reveal the secrets she was hiding.
“Speak up!” Brandon’s voice cracked through the tension like a whip, sharp and cold, carrying a dangerous edge that made her flinch.
Vivian’s chest tightened. For more chapters visit (.)net
She hadn’t been prepared for this kind of confrontation, so, in her panic, she blurted out through tears, “It wasn’t me.”
She yanked the needle free and broke down completely, her sobs wild and unrestrained.
“It wasn’t me!” she shouted, her tone spiraling into frantic hysteria. “I don’t know who’s after me, Brandon, but someone’s trying to ruin me! Is it Millie? Eugene? Or someone else?”
Her cries grew louder, her desperation convincing enough to pass for real.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚:
But Brandon’s eyes stayed cold, his expression unmoved.
“Brandon, if you think I’m lying, then let me die…” she twisted on the hospital bed, making a desperate attempt to slam her head into the wall.
Still, Brandon didn’t move, his gaze fixed on her like ice.
Vivian’s mind raced. Should she actually go through with it? Was it time to crash into the wall now?
She hesitated, uncertain.
“Go on,” Brandon taunted, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “Weren’t you about to slam into the wall and end it all? Why aren’t you doing it?” His tone dripped with mockery.
Vivian braced herself, ready to lightly tap her head against the wall and fake a collapse, but a sudden knock interrupted her.
Relief flooded through Vivian, and she quickly wiped at her wet cheeks before glancing toward the door.
The same attending physician from earlier stepped in.
Clutching at the opportunity, she blurted, “Please, doctor! You have to help me, I—” But the doctor’s face hardened. “Vivian, I’m done covering for you.” Brandon’s smirk deepened as Vivian froze in place.
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