Chapter 338

Chapter 338:
In response, Giffard gave a quiet nod, cast a quick look in Brandon’s direction, and walked off to collect their things.
Brandon stood by, silently observing Giffard as he tucked Ari’s backpack away and handed Millie her bag.
Preparations complete, Millie and Giffard made ready to depart.
Her name left Brandon’s lips in a quiet plea. “Millie.”
No response came from her; instead, she fell into step behind Giffard, making her way downstairs.
Their history together ran deep. In their youth, he had rescued her more than once, but her own sacrifices—seven long years of her life and the pain of losing two children—had been just as real.
Such was the nature of love and loss, forever tangled.
Once upon a time, their passion burned so brightly that parting felt impossible, and they would have risked it all for each other.
Yet, moving on sometimes came as suddenly as a storm breaking.
When she resolved to sever ties, nothing could stop her.
Holding Ari close, Millie walked steadily toward her car.
Uncertainty flickered between Eugene and the female driver as they glanced Brandon’s way. “What now, Mr. Watson?”
A chill crept into Brandon’s tone. “Get in the car,” he said, already heading for the stairs. Millie’s car pulled away while Brandon slipped into the back seat of his Maybach.
In silence, the driver took the wheel, and Eugene claimed the front seat, his eyes darting nervously to the mirror.
“Follow them.” A curt command broke the hush.
Brandon intended to keep watch, trailing closely behind until Giffard and Millie went their separate ways.
Millie leaned over and gently smoothed the collar of Ari’s jacket, her fingertips lingering to straighten a stray thread.
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Giffard spoke up, his voice cutting through the silence. “He’s on our tail. Want me to shake him off?”
Millie flicked her gaze up to the rearview mirror, her eyes briefly meeting Brandon’s headlights. She gave a calm shake of her head. “Let him follow.” They had nothing to hide, and Ari wouldn’t likely handle a fierce car race. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn.net
She pressed her palm reassuringly to Ari’s knee, drawing a soft breath as she remembered the adoption procedures that were on the way and the papers she signed with the children’s home—the ones that gave her the right to bring Ari out.
Brandon could only request visits, and Ari had the freedom to turn him away.
The city rolled past as they made their way to the children’s home.
Once there, Millie gently guided Ari back inside, her hand resting protectively on the little girl’s shoulder. Outside, Giffard lingered near the car, jaw set, waiting for the inevitable confrontation.
Brandon’s car screeched to a halt. Without hesitation, he climbed out and stalked straight toward Giffard.
Giffard folded his arms and regarded Brandon coolly, not budging an inch. “What’s this? You looking for a fight?”
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