Chapter 199

Chapter 199:
The thought of reconciliation hung in the air. Updates are released by.net
A memory of Millie’s tear-stained face flickered through Brandon’s mind. Looking down, he avoided Matthew’s gaze and stayed silent.
Matthew pleaded, “Sir, I can’t let you go. Your grandmother is counting on me to bring you both together.”
Without meeting his eyes, Brandon said, “There’s no need for Grandma to know the details.” He then started the engine. “I’ll return by morning.”
Brandon guided the car away from the house, careful to steer around Matthew.
Desperation laced Matthew’s voice as he shouted, “Mr. Watson, please! Mrs. Watson!”
Brandon caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror but kept driving.
City lights blurred past as the Bentley cut through the dark, Brandon’s gaze never wavering from the road ahead. Sorting through his feelings proved impossible, leaving only a storm raging inside him. Confusion reigned over his thoughts, and even his heartbeat felt unsettled and uneven.
Finding a solution to this tangled web of emotions seemed beyond him; he tackled only what little he could manage. Such uncertainty was foreign territory.
Every deal he handled at work showcased his confidence and calculated moves, yet tonight he felt lost. Bit by bit, control kept slipping through his fingers.
Fear crept in with that realization.
A slow breath brought him back to the present, and he tried to block out the chaos for now.
Vivian’s health demanded his attention, and he knew he had to be by her side. Soon enough, he reached her apartment building, found a spot to park, and rode the elevator to her floor.
After a moment at her door, he pressed the bell. Vivian answered, appearing before him in the doorway.
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When Vivian opened the door, Brandon found himself surprised by the scene before him.
Vivian greeted him, wearing only a delicate nightgown with thin straps. A faint frown creased Brandon’s brow.
The silence between them lingered, as Vivian, clearly aware of her appearance, refused to meet his eyes and kept her head lowered.
Instead of commenting, Brandon shrugged off his jacket and gently placed it around her shoulders.
“Let’s go inside. You’ll catch a chill out here,” Brandon said.
At last, Vivian gave a small nod and stepped aside, letting him in.
Her eyes drifted over Brandon, quickly picking up on his freshly changed shirt and trousers—a different set from earlier that day when he left her. Noticing his new clothes made it obvious he had gotten dressed again before arriving.
Puzzlement crept in—what possible reason did Brandon have to change, especially when he had spent the evening with Millie under the same roof?
Irritation simmered the longer Vivian dwelled on that thought.
After all the effort she put into taking Millie’s place in Brandon’s life, she now faced his meddlesome grandparents and the threat of a child who seemed to come out of nowhere.
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