Chapter 866

Chapter 866:

But if Brandon found out she had been deceiving him from day one, Vivian knew she would be truly destroyed.

Now, she still had a chance. She could still make amends! So, Vivian stayed quiet, though she kept struggling and shouting.

Brandon, without another word, turned and left the room.

His leg was still far from healed. Each step down the corridor sent stabbing pain up his leg, but he walked on as if numb to it.

His bodyguard pushed a wheelchair behind him, baffled but silent.

As he walked down the corridor, Brandon lifted his eyes to the ceiling. The harsh white lights above blurred into the image of Millie lying on a gurney, drenched in blood.

What had gone through her mind then? Had she stared at these same lights, just as he did now?

Brandon let out a hollow, sorrowful laugh.

Beside him stood an emergency exit. The stairwell behind the door was pitch dark, save for the faint green glow of the exit sign. It loomed like a beast’s gaping maw, ready to devour him whole.

Brandon reached out, pushed the door open, and stepped into the darkness. The shadows swallowed him.

He reached a landing and looked down into the stairwell’s abyss. His mind dragged him back to Crobert Hospital, to the chaos of that familiar stairwell.

By the time he realized Millie had fallen, it was already too late. All he remembered was his own hand, frozen mid-air, still reaching.

He had pushed her.

Vivian had been right.

He had done it. He had killed their child. He had nearly killed Millie.

Brandon laughed, tears streaming down his cheeks. His laughter grew louder, echoing off the walls like madness. At that moment, he seemed utterly defeated.

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His body trembled from sleepless nights, hunger, and the throbbing pain in his chest. Dizziness closed in. Darkness swept over him. The hallway spun wildly, and Brandon swayed at the edge of the stairs—then lost his balance.

“Mr. Watson!” his bodyguard cried, rushing forward.

But just as no one had been able to save Millie in that stairwell, the bodyguard’s hand failed to catch Brandon.

Brandon tumbled down the flight of stairs, crashing until his back slammed against the wall.

“Mr. Watson!” The bodyguard’s voice rang with panic, triggering the stairwell lights.

Brandon lay sprawled, his body aching from every angle. He gave a broken laugh.

So this was how it felt. Every bone seemed shattered. Had Millie felt the same that night? It was likely worse. She had already suffered a car crash. And she had been carrying their child.

Brandon wept and laughed all at once, unhinged. He laughed until his body gave out, coughing up blood, and then collapsed into unconsciousness.