Chapter 152

Chapter 152:
Beside her, Charles could barely sit still. “Do you see this nonsense? Why aren’t they praising you for standing up to Brandon, for staying strong through all of this? Why is it all about Vivian? And now they’re spreading rumors that you faked your donation? What rubbish! That tanzanite is yours. You gave far more than Vivian ever did. If anyone’s riding on someone else’s reputation, it’s her!”
The more he spoke, the angrier he became.
“We never even invited Vivian. She just showed up,” Charles continued. “I double-checked. She didn’t make any donation afterward. She was just tagging along with Brandon.”
Millie read everything quietly and then passed the phone back to him. “She’s close to Brandon. People just assume the donations are from both of them,” she said softly.
“But…” Charles opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He had wanted to point out that the divorce hadn’t been finalized, that technically, Brandon was spending money that still belonged to both him and Millie. But the words didn’t come. He didn’t want to hurt her further.
Still, Millie understood what he was thinking. She gave a small, dry smile. “We signed a prenup. There are a lot of things I can’t take with me.”
When she noticed the way Charles scowled, she added, “That’s how big families operate, isn’t it? I bet the Evans family isn’t any different. And about the online rumors, I haven’t decided to reveal my identity yet.”
Charles gave a slow nod. He knew that already. And he hated how unfair it all felt.
Millie could sense that Charles understood, so she turned her gaze back to the window.
Charles glanced sideways at her, then looked away.
If only he were powerful enough, if he had the strength to kick out his two older brothers and take control of Evans Group. If his voice carried weight with their grandfather, then maybe Millie wouldn’t have to face all of this alone.
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His hands clenched at his sides.
Outside, the night held a solemn silence. The car sliced through it, the road lined with swirling tufts of willow fluff, the hospital drawing closer. Elsewhere, in the back seat of a Bentley, the Elliott siblings sat together. Adriana scrolled through post after post, her face cold, her mouth twisted in disdain.
Jayceon suddenly shouted, “These people are really missing the point! All this fuss over Vivian! What about Serena’s talent? That’s what should be trending!”
Adriana shot him a glance. “You might get it, but most people aren’t thinking that deeply. They’re just chasing gossip. They don’t care about what went down at the auction.”
Jayceon crossed his arms, scowling. Still, he just didn’t like Vivian.
He muttered, “What does she even do, besides marketing herself? If she’s sick, get treated. If it’s incurable, get the best care. She’s already clinging to Brandon; she’ll never be short of money. But what’s the point of this daily drama? Isn’t she supposed to be so kind? Kind to everyone but Millie—ouch!”
Adriana reached over and smacked the back of his head.
Jayceon winced. “You hit me again!” Read full story at fi
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