Chapter 773
Chapter 773:
Brandon wouldn’t let up. “What happened to her? Please, tell me what’s going on with Millie p>
At that moment, Alexia was at Millie’s concert, but her mind wandered back to that awful day. Resentment twisted inside her—resentment at herself, at Vivian, and most of all, at Brandon.
She blamed herself for fighting Vivian and dragging Millie into their feud. Vivian’s two-faced behavior and the pain she caused Millie only deepened Alexia’s anger.
But Brandon’s actions hurt most. He had pushed Millie, walked away with Vivian without looking back, ignored all Alexia’s calls, never showed up to sign the critical condition notice for Millie, and never visited her while she lay in a hospital bed, alone for days.
Seeing those images online and getting Brandon’s call made everything clear: he was desperate for answers he should have already known. So she didn’t hesitate to answer and confront him.
“Do you truly want to know?” Alexia’s voice drifted through the phone, accompanied by the chaotic symphony of the bustling venue behind her.
“Absolutely,” Brandon responded without hesitation.
Yet Alexia remained silent, her response suspended in the charged air between them. The memories of that devastating day crashed over her in relentless waves—overwhelming regret, paralyzing fear—all flooding back with crushing intensity. That day, the fall and the miscarriage had nearly claimed Millie’s life.
“Alexia?” Brandon’s voice carried an edge of impatience from the other end of the connection.
Alexia released a laugh that dripped with bitter mockery. “You weren’t this impatient before p>
Brandon found himself speechless, the words tangling in his throat. He spun the steering wheel sharply, tires squealing as he raced toward the concert venue.
Throughout the passing years, countless complicated events had woven themselves between him and Millie like an intricate web of misunderstandings. Alexia possessed intimate knowledge of far too many of those painful details. She harbored a deep dislike for him and maintained firm beliefs that he had treated Millie with unforgivable cruelty—he had always carried that awareness like a weight. Giffard shared those same harsh sentiments.
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Brandon’s knuckles whitened as he clutched the safe more tightly.
“My brother returned from abroad earlier today,” Alexia announced suddenly from her end of the call. “He mentioned visiting you after he landed p>
“That’s correct.” Brandon saw no point in attempting denial.
“He also mentioned that he gave you a safe,” Alexia pressed.
Brandon’s gaze dropped to the safe resting in his grip. He nodded reflexively before remembering she couldn’t see the gesture. He spoke aloud. “I’ve attempted every date connected to the child, but the safe remains stubbornly locked p>
The child?
Alexia immediately understood exactly which day it should be.
She released another laugh, this one carrying even sharper edges. “Isn’t it absolutely torturous? Entering every password you could think of, forcing yourself to relive those painful memories over and over again p>