Chapter 178
Chapter 178:
With these questions swirling through his mind, Brandon ignited the engine and steered his vehicle toward Crobert Hospital’s familiar entrance. After days of avoidance and hesitation, he finally returned to that place again. His inquiries at the reception desk yielded unexpected results—Millie had already completed her discharge procedures days earlier.
The nurse he questioned regarded him with barely concealed bewilderment, her voice edged with incredulous disbelief. “You honestly don’t know when your own wife received her discharge papers and left this facility?”
Brandon’s jaw clenched tightly, his lips forming a hard line as he departed without offering a single word of explanation.
Back within the confines of his car, he dialed Millie’s number once again with growing desperation. No answer came through the electronic silence. His next attempt reached Alexia’s line instead.
She answered on the second ring, her voice carrying an unmistakable edge of irritation. “What could you possibly want from me now?” Alexia’s words dripped with barely restrained contempt. Check latest chapters at.net
“I need to know Millie’s current location,” Brandon stated, his tone clipped and businesslike.
Alexia responded with sharp, cutting sarcasm. “You seriously possess no knowledge of your own wife’s whereabouts and you’re calling me for answers? That’s absolutely ridiculous and pathetic!”
Brandon’s brow furrowed with mounting annoyance at her deflection. “Alexia, I’m approaching this situation with complete seriousness. What’s the real story behind her connection with that mysterious child?”
Alexia possessed complete knowledge of the intricate situation unfolding around them but chose not to reveal a single word of truth. “Why don’t you approach her directly? What’s the point of dragging me into this?” Her voice sharpened with accumulated resentment. “Previously, when I reached out to you, didn’t you accuse me of stirring up problems on Millie’s behalf? Well, I’m terrified I’ll speak out of turn and you’ll later claim that Millie and I conspired together to deceive you. I refuse to shoulder the blame for your groundless accusations and paranoid suspicions ever again.”
With those final, cutting words, Alexia severed the connection abruptly. Brandon stared at his phone, listening to the hollow buzz of the dial tone while a fierce, unnamed fury clawed its way up from his chest. His fist collided with the steering wheel, and the Bentley responded with an indignant blast of its horn that echoed through the parking garage.
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Millie was becoming increasingly bold and reckless with each passing day. Previously, her rebellious acts had consisted of minor mischief and petty schemes, but this time she had actually dragged an innocent child into their complicated web of marital discord. She understood exactly how desperately he craved fatherhood, how the mere thought of children could unravel his carefully constructed defenses. During countless intimate moments they had shared, he would trace gentle circles across her flat stomach, his voice barely above a whisper as he pleaded with her to bear his child, but those conversations always ended in disappointment.
Brandon drew in a shuddering breath, forcing his racing pulse to settle before dialing Millie’s number once more. The phone rang endlessly into the void, each unanswered tone stoking the flames of his mounting rage. Perhaps for the first time in his privileged existence, he experienced such consuming, uncontrollable anger coursing through his veins.
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