Chapter 653

Chapter 653:
It was her first public move after yesterday’s abrupt cutoff of her previous broadcast—and the exposure of her sneaking into Serenity Villa without permission.
The moment she went live, the viewers poured in like a tidal wave.
Comments flooded the screen, sharp and unforgiving.
“Why in the world would you stream Millie’s private matters for all to watch yesterday?”
“Vivian, you’re utterly shameless! You’ll do anything to claw your way to the top!”
“I was dead wrong about you. I actually thought you had a shred of kindness in you—guess I was blind as hell!”
A moment later, Vivian reappeared in the camera frame, her complexion even paler than before.
A faint cough slipped past her lips as she dabbed at her mouth with a tissue, her bandaged hand trembling slightly.
Lowering the tissue, she drew in a steadying breath.
“Sorry… I wasn’t feeling well yesterday,” she said, her voice tinged with weakness. “I had to see a doctor, so I couldn’t respond right away.” She offered the camera a feeble, almost fragile smile, nodding repeatedly as her gaze tracked the flood of incoming comments.
“I’ve read what you’ve all said,” she murmured, her reddened eyes glistening as if holding back tears. “I truly apologize—I didn’t handle things properly.” Pausing for only a heartbeat, she straightened her shoulders. “First of all, I admit I entered Serenity Villa to livestream without permission.”
With that, Vivian rose to her feet and bent forward in a deep, deliberate bow toward the lens.
The comments poured in even faster now that she had confessed, the barrage of words serving as irrefutable proof in the eyes of her audience. “Shameless”—that was the verdict scrolling endlessly across the screen.
“But there’s a reason you didn’t expect,” Vivian pointed out, her tone tight but controlled. “I know it’s useless to say this now, but I still want to explain. I had originally announced another location, but on that day, the pipes there suddenly burst, and the whole place was flooded. It was impossible to stream from the mess. I didn’t want to postpone, so I went to a different location instead…” The rightful source is
𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⲅⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆
As she spoke, she signaled her assistant, who hurried forward with a tablet and played footage from Darden’s villa.
The video captured frantic voices after the burst, the camera panning over water flooding every corner.
“It truly was an emergency I handled poorly,” Vivian admitted, lowering her head in another deep, deliberate bow.
“Brandon was away on a business trip that day, and I couldn’t get through to him. I just… happened to know the password to that villa, so I…”
Some viewers softened at her words, blaming her only for her clumsy handling and calling her careless rather than malicious. Others, however, weren’t swayed in the slightest.
“So you actually thought it was fine to hurt Millie like that? You knew livestreaming that would drag her name through the mud, but you still went ahead?”
Vivian’s shoulders slumped, a trace of defeat clouding her expression.
“That wasn’t what I meant to do,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I… I wasn’t thinking straight in that moment. I can’t even explain it properly. If I absolutely have to make amends, then…”
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