Chapter 180
Chapter 180:
Colin averted his gaze, struck by this unfamiliar side of Brinley—bold and razor-sharp, a spark he had never witnessed when they were together.
“Colin, isn’t Mrs. Moore incredible?” Milly purred, pressing close to him, her voice syrupy. “But racing is so risky. Wouldn’t it be nicer to live quietly at home? Well, all I know is how to look after you p>
She lingered on “look after you,” subtly suggesting she was his true match.
Colin only nodded, his eyes still locked on the screen.
Milly’s nails dug into her palm. Her meticulously laid plans had unraveled—her smear campaign against Brinley had backfired.
Damn it. Now Colin couldn’t stop thinking about Brinley.
Jealousy seared through Milly, threatening to crack her composure. She stood abruptly, muttering, “I’m heading to the restroom p>
U𝘱dа𝘁𝖾ѕ 𝗲𝘃𝖾𝗿у w𝘦еk о𝗻 𝗀𝘢𝗅ո𝗼vе𝘭s.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Colin didn’t acknowledge her. Milly stormed off, lips pressed tight, her silhouette radiating contained rage.
Knowing Brinley would likely head to the lounge after the race, Milly loitered in the corridor, checking her reflection on her phone. Her face projected delicate innocence, but her mind churned with plans to deliver biting words in the softest tone.
In the corridor’s dim glow, Brinley stepped out of the lounge—only to find Milly blocking her path.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Moore,” Milly said with a sweet smile. “I couldn’t bear to watch your thrilling race earlier. It’s so dangerous for a woman to do such things—what if you got hurt p>
Her mocking words had barely landed when a group of young fans in school uniforms rounded the corner, shouting, “Brinley p>
A boy, swept up in excitement, accidentally bumped into Milly as he rushed forward.
Milly stumbled, twisted her ankle, and collapsed with one hand on her stomach, her face turning dramatically pale.
“Someone’s fallen p>
“She’s pregnant p>
The crowd erupted into chaos.
Milly trembled in pain, but fixed a calculating glance on Brinley—quickly masking it beneath a performance of agony.
Biting her lip, she whispered, “It’s fine. It’s not Mrs. Moore’s fault… just an accident p>
Her words slyly implicated Brinley.
Brinley frowned at Milly. Four months pregnant was a delicate stage, but the fall felt too convenient—almost staged.
With no time to dwell, she dialed emergency services, stating clearly, “City racetrack. A four-month pregnant woman has abdominal pain after a collision. She needs urgent help p>
Onlookers buzzed with murmurs.
“One is Colin’s ex, the other is his current girlfriend p>