Chapter 433
Chapter 433:
Millie gently held the little girl’s hand. The Elliott family also had a warm and welcoming atmosphere, so Millie decided to give both Myron and herself a chance. Millie lowered her eyes. “It’s just… You know my situation.”
She watched as Ari let go of her hand and ran off to see the fireworks. In a quiet voice, she said, “Things are complicated on my end, and my health… I may not be able to have more children. Ari might be my only one.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Myron said with a gentle smile. “As long as you’re willing to give me a chance, that’s enough.” He already understood her circumstances well.
Once they became official, he’d try his best. Who knew what the future might bring? Even if there were no more children, they still had Ari.
She hadn’t fallen for him yet, hadn’t fully accepted him, and their relationship wasn’t set in stone—but the fact that she was willing to try meant everything to him. He would give his all just to earn a piece of her heart.
“Alright,” Millie said with a nod, glancing toward Ari.
Myron’s gaze stayed on her.
The fireworks lit up the sky, casting long shadows of the two standing side by side.
Brandon stood in silence, watching the distant figures.
He saw one of them drift away, searching for something, while the other two remained behind.
Beside him, Vivian broke the silence. “I heard your grandfather’s here… He’s not well. Did he cause it?” she asked softly.
Brandon turned to her pale face, unsure how to respond.
Vivian looked back at him, worry written on her face.
Earlier, she had made arrangements with her caregiver to stage a scene. She had steeled herself and cut her own wrist just seconds before Brandon arrived. Though it had bled a lot, the cut wasn’t deep. The doctor had stitched it up quickly.
So, she already knew exactly how Brandon got injured—because she had been standing nearby, quietly watching.
Brandon’s mind was still on Millie—especially after learning that Serena and Millie were the same person.
Vivian felt bitter resentment. But she couldn’t go after Millie directly.
Now that she had injured herself, this was the moment Brandon would feel the strongest guilt and sympathy for her.
The more understanding she acted, the deeper his guilt would run.
Vivian believed that guilt, if used well, could get a woman almost anything. With that in mind, she reached out again, trying to help him press the ice pack on his face.
But he pulled away and said, “I know a mental health facility with good privacy. Want to check it out tomorrow?”
Vivian froze for a moment. Then she realized what he meant.
A mental health retreat? She looked down at her wrist. Was it because of this?
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She hesitated, then asked for the name of the facility.
When he told her, she replied, “Let me think about it. I’ll let you know tomorrow, okay?”
Brandon gave her another look, then nodded.
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