Chapter 38

Chapter 38:
Alexia’s voice was raised, frantic, as she was ushered into the emergency room. But then, the world tilted again, and Millie blacked out.
Alexia was furious.
She had seen blood on Millie’s face, soaked into her hair, as they wheeled her into the ER. It twisted her stomach.
By sheer luck, Millie had been brought to Crobert Hospital. Alexia had been working overtime that night, passing through when she noticed the flashing lights and commotion. Something had told her to stop and check.
The medical team had been unsure of Millie’s condition, unaware that she was pregnant. Thankfully, Alexia knew about Millie’s situation. And being the daughter of the hospital’s director helped immensely.
Without that, Millie might not have gotten the care she needed in time.
Alexia approached one of the officers holding Millie’s phone. The officer seemed uncertain of who to call next.
She introduced herself as a doctor and said she was a friend of Millie’s. When she overheard the officer trying to reach Millie’s family, she quietly took over the phone.
The screen showed multiple missed calls, but none of them had been answered.
Then, her own phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen. A headline popped up: “Brandon Watson and Vivian Simpson spotted leaving Watson Group together.”
Alexia’s stomach churned. So this was why Brandon wasn’t answering—he was with Vivian.
Without hesitation, she tapped his number.
The first call went unanswered.
The second connected just as the final ring buzzed.
“What is it?” Brandon’s voice came through, clipped and cold.
“What is it?” Alexia snapped. “Why haven’t you been answering Millie’s calls?”
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Behind the wheel of his Aston Martin, Brandon’s eyes narrowed.
“Did Millie tell you to call me?” His voice dropped lower, growing colder.
“No,” Alexia replied. “I called you myself!”
At a red light, Brandon slowed to a stop. He glanced at the call log—dozens of missed calls from Millie. Chapters first released on
Of course.
She must have turned to Alexia for help. That was just like her.
The traffic light blinked green. Brandon eased his foot onto the pedal, and the Aston Martin glided forward, moving in sync with his quiet, steady mood. Millie had started calling the moment Vivian walked into the Watson Group building.
He didn’t need to ask why.
“You need to come to Crobert Hospital now,” Alexia said.
“I’m not going,” Brandon replied flatly.
Millie must have gone crying to Alexia again.
That had become her pattern—complain, exaggerate, bring others into their private matters.
Ever since he asked for the divorce, she had been unbearable.
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