Chapter 889
Chapter 889:
Myron glanced at Brandon, as if searching for the right words, but chose not to say anything more.
Without another word, Myron slid into the car.
The engine purred to life, and soon the car carried both Millie and Myron away, leaving Brandon standing alone in the darkness, his eyes rimmed red as he let out a hollow, bitter laugh.
Brandon watched their car disappear into the night, his eyes still red, laughing bitterly.
Inside the vehicle, Millie leaned back against the seat, her gaze fixed on the scenery flying past outside. Myron gently reached for her hand.
Millie turned to meet his eyes.
He gave her a warm smile, brushed a kiss across her forehead, and guided her head to rest against his shoulder.
Myron’s voice was gentle as he asked, “What do you want to do next p>
Millie caught their reflections in the rearview mirror and thought for a moment. “First, I’ll scout out the office location and get ready to take over everything tied to the Bennett family name. After that, I’m going to investigate my father’s death and make sure the Bennett family’s honor is restored p>
“Got it.” Myron nodded in understanding, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“When you’re not busy,” he said with a soft chuckle, “save a little time for me, too p>
Millie lifted her gaze to meet Myron’s.
He grinned and said, “How about we start planning our engagement celebration, Millie? I want to make things official and be your legally wedded husband. Let’s go ahead and set a date for the wedding, too p>
Hearing that, Millie realized everything he suggested was perfectly reasonable.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⍰
After all, she’d already accepted his proposal. This was the natural next step. She hadn’t spent much time considering any of this before, as her last marriage never involved celebrations or ceremony.
Sensing her hesitation, Myron gently tapped her nose, pulling her out of her thoughts.
A small smile curved her lips. “Alright p>
Earlier, they’d agreed to keep the engagement quiet for now, hoping to avoid unnecessary trouble.
With only a few days to go, both of them decided it was best to wait until the Bennett family affairs were sorted before telling anyone. Their car sped off toward Elliott Mansion.
Night had settled in.
The police station still buzzed with activity.
Meanwhile, the internet was alive with chatter and breaking news. People began to investigate Vivian’s so-called charity sales, and the real story soon surfaced.
It turned out the caregiver had been telling the truth all along.
The audio recording was authentic, and every word was real.
The revelations rippled through the community, leaving everyone shaken. No one could quite believe Vivian had been reckless enough to pull off such a stunt in plain sight.
After being the target of endless attacks, user 567, who had been treated unfairly from the start, finally broke their silence again online.