Chapter 18

Chapter 18:
He didn’t look at her. His full attention was on Vivian.
Before Millie could speak, Charles stepped in.
“Miss Simpson, Eva has no plans to sell this particular song. I believe I’ve already explained that to you,” he said.
Vivian ignored him. Her eyes filled with tears as she turned to Millie.
“But Eva, I love it so much,” she said, her face tightening slightly as if from pain.
Brandon shifted beside her, his concern obvious.
Still, Vivian straightened and continued, her eyes on Millie. “I only have six months left. I’m asking you, please—help me fulfill this one last wish.”
Millie let out a short laugh.
Another dying wish, huh?
When Brandon first asked for a divorce, it was because Vivian’s dying wish was to marry him. Now, this was another.
Millie didn’t take the idea of death lightly. She understood how serious it was. But somehow, she always ended up being the one asked to give something up. And she couldn’t bring herself to honor the wishes of someone who had crossed a line in her marriage.
That Millie wasn’t dying didn’t mean her feelings didn’t matter.
“What if I say no?” she asked, her voice low and rough.
Vivian looked stunned.
“I’ve heard about your situation, Miss Simpson,” Millie continued calmly. “Your illness has drawn a lot of attention. But whether I sell my song is my decision. I’m not required to grant your dying wish. And frankly, I don’t even understand what you plan to do with it.”
She paused, and then added, “Is it for one of your livestreams? Or… for your funeral?”
“You…” Vivian gasped, bursting into a fit of coughs.
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Brandon reached for her, patting her back gently. Then he glared at Millie.
It was the first time he had looked at her since she walked into the room.
“Don’t you think that was too harsh?” he asked sharply.
His brows were drawn tight, eyes cold. His lips pressed together, his whole face carrying anger.
Millie looked at him.
He had changed clothes. Not the outfit from yesterday.
She remembered pairing his suit jackets with matching shirts and ties in the large wardrobe in their home. And he was wearing one of the sets.
He must have gone back home. He must have seen that she had moved out.
Yet nothing in his expression showed that he cared.
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“I think what’s really harsh is trying to force someone into selling something they’ve refused to part with,” she said quietly. “If you choose to do that, then you should expect that not everyone will respond politely.”
Brandon scowled even more, the displeasure on his face deepening.
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