Chapter 939
Chapter 939:
Brandon stared back, his eyes hard. Vivian’s story had fallen apart. She had tangled her lies so badly that not even she could keep them straight. If Vivian really had fallen for him because of that first meeting—if it was truly about his praise—then hearing the truth should have shattered her. Instead, she just doubled down, and that told him everything he needed to know.
Genuine regret never crossed her face. There was no sign of surprise, not even a flicker of confusion about Millie’s involvement. All Vivian did was cling to her excuse, repeating how she’d gone in Millie’s place, desperate to justify herself.
Right then, Brandon saw through everything. The realization hit hard—Vivian had never loved him at all. Vivian wielded the word “love” like a shield, using it to wring pity and forgiveness out of him whenever it suited her.
“Brandon p>
He recoiled, unable to hide his revulsion. “Get out of my sight,” Brandon said, pushing her away with trembling hands.
Vivian’s tears only made him angrier. All he could see was Millie’s face flashing in his mind. “You were the one who faked stomach cancer and claimed you had half a year to live. You threatened to kill yourself to keep me around. You kept telling everyone you’d never hurt Millie, always insisting you were the bigger person. But behind everyone’s back, you hired thugs, set her up at every turn, and you’re the reason she ended up falling down those stairs! Even now, you expect me to believe your lies? You still want my forgiveness p>
His whole body shook with rage. Red-rimmed eyes glared at Vivian, who still couldn’t stop crying.
“Just tell me the truth for once,” Brandon shouted, his voice raw. “Is there anything else you’re hiding? What else don’t I know p>
Panic finally took hold of Vivian. The secrets she kept were too dangerous to reveal. She tried to read his expression, looking for a clue, hoping she could keep her last lie hidden. If he truly knew everything, he wouldn’t be asking—he’d already be gone.
“Say it!” Brandon shouted, every word laced with pain.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩:
Tears streaming down her face, Vivian blurted out, “There’s nothing left, Brandon. I swear, I’m not hiding anything from you. Please, I’m begging you p>
Vivian’s voice broke under the weight of desperation. Brandon’s glare could have burned holes through her. If not for that incident so long ago, he would have cut her out of his life completely.
Vivian clung to her last shred of hope. “Even if you hate me now, even if you see me as heartless, please—just remember, I went to that meeting instead of Millie. I took the fall for her. I’ve suffered, too p>
Her words had barely finished when someone banged on the basement door, loud and impatient. Vivian’s sobs caught in her throat. She fell silent, eyes darting toward the noise. Without a word, Brandon turned away from her. He opened the door and stepped out, shutting her cries behind him.
Eugene waited in the hallway, sweat streaking down his face. Brandon was still seething. “What is it?” he snapped.
Eugene handed over a stack of documents. “There’s something urgent, sir,” he said, his tone grave.
Brandon leafed through the files, scanning page after page—company records, project notes, everything Macauley had been involved with over the past few years.
Brandon shot Eugene a suspicious look. “Why show me these now? Did you find Macauley p>