Chapter 821
Chapter 821:
Knowing that Eugene wouldn’t reach out if it wasn’t important, Brandon pressed the answer button with deliberate force.
“What’s the situation?” Brandon’s voice emerged as a gravelly rasp.
“Mr. Watson, this is really bad!” Eugene’s tone carried unprecedented urgency. “It’s Miss Bennett. She has p>
Brandon’s spine snapped to rigid attention. He demanded with rising panic, “What has happened to Millie p>
Eugene faltered, struggling to organize the overwhelming complexity of the situation into coherent words.
But Brandon’s patience had evaporated entirely. He glanced at his timepiece, discovering mere minutes remained before noon’s arrival.
Brandon pressed with mounting desperation. “What’s transpiring? Does this involve her confrontation with Vivian p>
“Both yes and no.” Eugene transmitted a digital link to user 567’s explosive revelation. Then he continued with measured gravity, “Words fail me, Mr. Watson—witness this horror yourself. Miss Bennett… she had obviously endured massive hemorrhaging and lost the baby not too long ago p>
Having served Brandon’s interests for countless years, Eugene possessed intimate knowledge of every devastating chapter between Brandon and Millie’s fractured relationship.
He understood that Brandon had harbored desperate dreams of creating another child with Millie.
Recently, Brandon had descended into irrational madness. He had even attempted to force intimate encounters to impregnate Millie and make her stay. He frequently fantasized about the possibility that a child might fix all their problems.
Millie and their potential offspring had become Brandon’s consuming obsessions.
Eugene severed the connection and whispered to the empty air, “If you discovered that the child you craved above all else was destroyed by your own merciless hands, and it also nearly claimed Millie’s precious life p>
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Eugene shuddered with visceral dread, immediately contacting the bodyguards positioned near Brandon’s apartment.
Within the apartment’s suffocating atmosphere, Brandon’s anxiety exploded into frantic motion as he desperately activated the link Eugene had transmitted. The overwhelming flood of viewers and heated discussions had crippled the server’s capacity.
Brandon clicked the digital pathway, watching the hypnotic spinning circle mock his impatience as the content struggled to load through technological resistance.
The first element he saw was user 567’s mysterious username and enigmatic profile image, followed by photographs materializing with agonizing slowness, one devastating frame after another.
One photo after another flashed before Brandon’s eyes.
From the heated argument that echoed through the hospital hallway to the cold, clinical details printed on Millie’s critical condition notice,
Brandon’s hand shook as he stared at his phone. The device felt impossibly heavy in his grip. For several long moments, his mind couldn’t process what he was seeing. The images blurred together as his brain refused to accept the reality displayed before him.