Chapter 421

Chapter 421:
“She was consistent, I’ll give her that. She only has a few months to live, so why would she target Millie?”
“And there’s no official statement saying she and Brandon were an item. People just assumed things.”
Netizens, unwilling to be seen as bullies, began to backpedal. Many still supported Vivian, or at least hadn’t made up their minds.
Under Johnny’s direction, his team swiftly reversed the negative narrative. Soon, the conversation shifted to the dangers of online bullying.
Meanwhile, at the Moonlit Estate, Derek and Norma had seen the news too.
“Earlier, he looked so distressed when he rushed out. I thought he had gone after Millie. I didn’t expect this,” Derek said angrily.
“Matthew, get the car,” he ordered the butler. “I’m going to find him. He needs to know something. Whether that woman lives or dies has nothing to do with him. The only woman who matters to him is his wife.”
Eventually, Millie saw the news as well. She wasn’t too concerned. Her focus from the beginning had always been on winning Heavenly Melody, gaining exposure, and reclaiming the Bennett family’s business from the Watson Group.
Her recent PR battle had been one of defense, not attack. She had never meant to drive Vivian to the edge, but the situation kept pulling her back in. Fortunately, now that people were reflecting on online bullying, they had stopped dragging her into it.
Vivian would need time to recover and probably wouldn’t return to the public eye anytime soon. Meanwhile, another celebrity scandal had just broken, drawing attention away from the situation.
The storm was finally calming.
She could finally take a breather.
Her phone suddenly buzzed. It was a message from Derek. “Don’t worry, Millie. I’ll make sure you get the justice you deserve.”
Millie frowned slightly. Had Brandon still not told the Watson family about their divorce?
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Across town at Crobert Hospital, Vivian was getting her wounds tended to, while Brandon waited alone in the hallway. The fluorescent lights overhead cast everything in a cold, sterile glow.
He slouched back in his seat, eyes fixed on the blank ceiling. Everything that had happened today spun through his mind in a storm, too much, too fast.
Thoughts of Millie wouldn’t leave him alone. Every memory they’d made replayed in his head—from their years together to these strange, painful days when she’d shown up as Serena. He kept seeing her tears, those haunted eyes that squeezed his heart. But all of it faded against the image of Vivian’s wrist, bloodied and bandaged.
That was on him.
A storm of regret and confusion swelled inside him, and for a moment, he felt utterly lost. He couldn’t see an easy solution, no way to fix things for everyone.
With a sigh, Brandon shut his eyes, trying to wrestle his emotions under control.
He was jolted out of his thoughts by a gruff, furious voice barking his name. “Brandon!”
Blinking awake, Brandon found his grandfather standing over him, face twisted in anger.
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