Chapter 631
Chapter 631:
Maybe it felt like her entire world had crumbled beneath her feet.
But back then, he hadn’t seen it. His attention had been entirely consumed by caring for Vivian.
Above him, the corridor light buzzed and flickered, casting an unsteady glow that made the space feel unreal, as if he had stepped into a nightmare.
How Brandon wished it was just a nightmare, one he could wake from to find her still there, everything unbroken, with time left to make it right.
But the sharp sting from his nails digging into his palm made it painfully clear that this was no dream.
A single image flashed in his mind—the profile picture of the mysterious sender when Millie had shown him those provocative messages.
Back then, he’d given it only a passing glance, dismissing it because the profile wasn’t Vivian’s, and assuming Millie must have been lying. But now the truth slammed into him—he had seen that profile before.
It had been at the charity gala. When he returned to his seat, his eyes had drifted to Vivian’s phone, and there it was… Vivian’s alternate account.
Brandon shot to his feet.
The abrupt movement sent a wave of nausea through him, his vision dimming for a moment. Yet that image in his mind only became clearer. Clarity hit him like a man gasping for breath after nearly drowning.
He stormed into Vivian’s hospital room, closing the distance between them with long, determined strides.
At that very moment, Vivian was in the middle of messaging Oakley. Oakley had arranged for her attending doctor, and now, feeling betrayed, she was furiously firing off texts demanding answers.
Thinking that Brandon had already left, she didn’t even glance up when he walked in. It wasn’t until Brandon, his eyes blazing red with fury, snatched the phone from her hands that she reacted, lunging for it.
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“Brandon, give me my phone!” she demanded, her voice sharp. She was using her alt account to talk to Oakley, and there was no way she could let Brandon see what was on it.
Normally, she was meticulous, deleting her messages right after each exchange. But this time, the most recent ones were still there since they were still in the middle of their conversation.
Vivian lunged again to grab the phone, but Brandon pinned her in place with one firm hand. His eyes flicked over the screen, catching her insults directed at someone named “Blade Joker,” and he let out a cold, humorless laugh.
Without a word, he began scrolling through her contacts.
“What are you doing, Brandon?!” Vivian screamed. “You can’t go through my phone like that! That’s an invasion of my privacy!”
Brandon brushed her off.
Soon, he found the contact he was looking for—Millie—and opened the chat. The conversation thread held nothing but the automatic greeting message after the friend request had been accepted.
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