Chapter 41

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the hospital doors, Millie drifted through a haze, her senses dulled and scattered. Faint impressions of gloved hands and watchful eyes drifted in as unfamiliar doctors checked her condition.
The room pulsed with the sharp ring of metal and the steady hum of machines. Voices floated through the haze, their words jumbled and distant, just out of reach.
All Millie could catch were fragments—words like “pregnant” and “bleeding” floated by in scattered whispers.
Her baby. She remembered now.
With an effort that seemed to drain her last reserves, she managed to whisper, “Please… save… my baby.”
Regret twisted sharply in her chest, sudden and overwhelming.
Back at the police station, just before she lost consciousness, fear had nearly consumed her entirely.
For so long, Millie had imagined that a child would keep her tied to Brandon—something real to bind their unraveling love.
But eventually, both hopes slipped away. She’d given up on Brandon, and with him, the idea of motherhood.
As the days passed after discovering she was pregnant, life quietly growing inside her, that certainty began to crumble. Doubt and longing replaced it. Now, as danger pressed closer, the thought of losing the child filled her with a sorrow she could hardly name.
The thought was unbearable.
That was her child, the extension of her own life.
That child had nothing to do with Brandon.
It was hers and hers alone.
Keeping the baby was all she wanted now.
Brandon pressed hard on the accelerator, his grip on the wheel tight.
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Tension radiated from the passenger seat, where Vivian gripped her seatbelt so tightly her knuckles turned pale.
Not a word escaped her lips; silence was her safest choice after the show she’d put on earlier.
Still, Brandon’s mood hung over the car like a storm cloud.
She risked a sidelong glance at his profile, searching for any sign of weakness. His expression remained as cold as ever, but the rigid jaw and clenched hands betrayed a storm brewing inside.
Millie still held a piece of his heart—that much was obvious, and Vivian seethed at the realization.
Dropping her gaze, Vivian slumped back, masking her thoughts with a display of fragile exhaustion.
Crobert Hospital loomed into view far sooner than she expected.
As soon as they stopped, Brandon threw his door open, barely pausing as he strode into the night.
Vivian scrambled out after him, but halfway onto the pavement, she doubled over and spat a splash of “blood.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she said, dabbing at her lips with a touch of practiced weakness. “I’m not long for this world anyway. Go on, Millie needs you.”
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