Chapter 352
Chapter 352:
Alexia handed over the keys to him.
He jogged off, umbrella in hand, while Millie and Alexia waited under the shelter of a nearby roof. This content belongs to
Millie brushed rain from her pants. Alexia noticed the redness in her eyes and hesitated before asking, “What did he say to you?”
“Just things from the past. He also talked about the accident… And said he didn’t push me on purpose,” Millie said calmly.
Alexia’s face tightened. “You’re not thinking of forgiving him, are you? He’s awful, Millie. He hurt you so badly.”
Millie shook off the last drops of rain and stood up straight. She smiled gently and patted Alexia’s shoulder. “No chance I’ll ever forgive him. Tomorrow morning at 9, we’re getting the divorce decree,” she said.
Alexia studied her face, looking for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, she finally exhaled.
She squeezed Millie’s hand. “You’ve been through enough. Don’t look back. He’s not worth it.”
Millie felt a dull ache in her chest. She held Alexia’s hand tighter and nodded.
“I know.”
Soon, Giffard pulled up.
They returned the umbrellas to the kind officer and then climbed into the car.
Meanwhile, Eugene borrowed an umbrella and walked over to Brandon. “Mr. Watson, how did it go with Mrs. Watson?” Eugene asked as he got into the driver’s seat and wiped the rain off.
Brandon didn’t answer. He just stared out the window at the rain. He wasn’t even sure how he felt.
Seeing this, Eugene didn’t press further. He drove off, returned the umbrella, and had a few words with Brandon’s lawyer. Then, he turned the car around and headed back with Brandon.
The rain kept pouring. At home, Vivian paced the floor.
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She’d been trying to reach someone, but the line wouldn’t connect.
The last message she got said trouble was coming, and he might go dark for a while. He also claimed he had cleaned things up for her.
“Damn it!” Vivian cursed under her breath.
“What do you mean, ‘cleaned up’?” she muttered, eyes glued to the news on TV. The person who’d been hit by the car was still critical. The police were already searching for the suspect.
Even if he got away, he wouldn’t be able to move freely in the city again.
And now, the hunt had begun.
“Thank God for this rain. Maybe it’ll wash away some evidence,” Vivian murmured.
With that, she lay on the bed.
Her thoughts drifted to Brandon.
“Tomorrow… They should be able to get the divorce done smoothly, right?” she whispered.
She had it all planned. Once the divorce papers were signed, she’d marry Brandon.
It was her “last wish.” And Brandon had to agree. Then she’d finally be his wife. That thought lit up her face with a hopeful smile.
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