Chapter 721
Chapter 721:
For the first time, real hatred crept into Myron’s controlled tone as he leaned in closer to Brandon.
“Are you worried we might become intimate?” Myron’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper, but it felt like it was coming from a dark, hellish place. “Well, we will. And I’m going to make sure we build a real life together. Millie and I are going to get married. We’ll share a bed, hold each other, kiss, make love, and have children together. We’ll do every single thing that couples do. ” He straightened, looking down at Brandon with pure contempt. “And you can spend the rest of your life stuck with your precious Vivian p>
Brandon tried to push himself up, desperate to say something, but Myron had already turned his back and was walking away. But then he stopped, pivoted, and drove his foot into Brandon’s injured leg.
Brandon cried out, the sound raw and sharp, but Myron didn’t look back.
Charles had been waiting outside in the hallway. When he heard the commotion from inside, he gave Myron an approving nod as he emerged.
Charles had heard Brandon’s cries of pain, but he felt no sympathy. In fact, he wished he could’ve given Brandon a few kicks himself.
“What a complete piece of garbage Brandon is!” Charles muttered.
Myron agreed with a curt nod. The two of them headed for the car.
As they slid inside, Myron glanced at Charles.
“I don’t think we should let him get too comfortable,” he said, his voice low, almost thoughtful.
Charles’ eyes lit with understanding. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll take care of it p>
Myron gave a satisfied nod.
As the car pulled away from the hospital, Myron stared out at the rain streaming down the window, his face set in hard lines. He definitely needed to start making some serious plans.
Whether it involved the Bennett family’s business or the Watson family’s affairs, everything from now on was going to require careful strategy and timing. After years of holding back, waiting for the right moment, it looked like the time for action had finally come.
𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚:
Brandon’s leg bone had been dislocated from the beating.
This was the report Myron and Charles received as they crossed the threshold of the Elliott Mansion.
Myron’s brow furrowed with dark satisfaction. Earlier, when he’d seen Brandon’s limb twisted at a sickening angle, he’d dismissed it as simply cracked. Had he known the bone was actually dislocated, he would have struck harder, ensuring it snapped entirely—a fitting punishment, to test whether the fool would dare such recklessness again.
Charles noticed the expression on Myron’s face and read the violent thoughts flickering behind those calculating eyes. The ocean had forged this man into something merciless. Years of survival had carved away any trace of compassion.
“Exercise caution when you see Millie later,” Myron warned, his voice edged with concern. “Her mental state has deteriorated significantly p>
Charles nodded, understanding the weight of those words. He’d initially assumed Myron was instructing him to keep this particular development from Millie.
But Myron pierced through Charles’ assumption with a knowing smile. “Her discovering the truth doesn’t concern me in the slightest.” He knew Millie’s resilience far exceeded Charles’ estimation. Her current fragility stemmed only from Brandon’s devastating betrayal, wounds deeper than any physical injury.