Chapter 420

Chapter 420:
Without speaking, he walked over, took the knife from her hand, and tossed it aside.
“Call emergency services,” he told the caregiver.
She nodded and ran out immediately.
Vivian struggled. “Why won’t you just let me die? If everyone already thinks I’m hurting her, then why stop me? Wouldn’t it be easier for everyone if I just disappeared?”
“Vivian,” Brandon said, trying to calm her.
She cried harder.
“You never loved me!” she screamed. “I knew it the moment you left today. Everything that happened—I begged for it. None of it came from you willingly!” She wept as she went on. “I was the one who asked you to stay. I changed how my name was saved in your phone. I was the one who told you to divorce her. I asked you to go everywhere with me. I made you say you loved me.” Tears poured down her face. She watched him closely, searching his expression. “You never touched me… Even after the divorce, you wouldn’t marry me. The way you look at her… it’s never the way you look at me…”
Brandon kept his head down, silent.
Seeing he still hadn’t said a word, Vivian frowned and tried to move her arms, as if to make the bleeding worse.
She cried out again, breathless, “You only stayed because I am dying. Brandon… if you can’t keep pretending to care, then let’s just end this now.”
She broke down completely. Still, Brandon didn’t say a word. He just held her wrist, trying to stop the bleeding.
Upon meeting only his silence, a flicker of resentment flashed in Vivian’s eyes—but she quickly hid it.
She kept crying. “I’m already living on borrowed time. So what if I go a little earlier? If you love her, then go. Just leave me alone.” She looked pale and fragile, her tears mixing with the blood.
“Don’t say things like that.” That was all Brandon said.
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His head stayed low, his expression unreadable. Vivian finally smiled.
When the ambulance arrived, she closed her eyes and “fainted.”
Before long, a sensational hashtag surged to the top of the trending list: #VivianAttemptsSuicide. The accompanying video showed Brandon carrying a blood-soaked Vivian out of her apartment building. An ambulance waited at the curb.
In the background, Vivian’s voice could be heard crying out, “Why save me? I’m already living on borrowed time. I don’t know how to explain myself. Wouldn’t it be better if I just ended it all?”
She was pale, trembling, her wrist covered in blood.
The Internet exploded.
Johnny seized the opportunity.
“My God, are they actually driving Vivian to her death?”
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“She only had a few months to live, and they pushed her this far. No wonder she broke down.”
“Exactly. Those rumors don’t hold up. Vivian didn’t know Serena was Millie. She joined that music show to inspire others suffering from illness.”
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