Chapter 437

Chapter 437:
Instead, Rita figured she needed to speak with her colleague to coordinate the schedule so Millie wouldn’t bump into Brandon or Vivian should she visit next time.
Out in the parking lot, Brandon sat behind the wheel, waiting while Vivian ducked inside the building, mentioning she needed a quick stop at the restroom. With nothing else to do, he lazily scrolled through his phone, killing time. An unexpected tidbit of gossip flashed across his screen. Darden’s name appeared—this time with a voice message.
Excitement charged through Darden’s words. “Big news on the grapevine! The Elliott heir, Myron, has been busy—drone and firework displays, candlelit dinners, lavish gifts, cruise getaways, you name it. Sounds like he’s gearing up for an engagement and possibly even a marriage alliance!”
Upon hearing that, Brandon’s thoughts drifted to the conversation he’d overheard at the Heavenly Melody finals between Myron, Jayceon, and Adriana. From what he learned that night, it was clear Myron intended to move forward with something significant. He remembered catching that the woman in question hadn’t agreed to anything just yet.
Given Darden’s report about all the over-the-top plans, Myron seemed determined to win her over.
As the situation replayed in his mind, Brandon typed out a message—”Which family is Myron targeting for this marriage alliance?”
A powerhouse like the Elliott Group—one of Crobert’s biggest—would turn any alliance into headline news, and such a move could change the business landscape for both families.
A response from Darden came quickly. “Beats me. The Elliotts are playing things close to the vest. Not even Jayceon could slip up and say a word, so we’ll just have to wait for the reveal.”
A faint frown flickered across Brandon’s face.
A burst of voices suddenly drew his attention—an argument had broken out at the reception, though he couldn’t tell what sparked it.
Before long, Vivian made her way back to the car.
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“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting, Brandon,” she offered an apologetic smile.
Setting his phone aside, Brandon turned the ignition and eased the car out of the lot. The source of thɪs content is.net
Meanwhile, inside Crobert Hospital, Giffard strolled through a quiet corridor and caught snatches of a conversation as he passed.
“Yeah, you heard me—Vivian Simpson. There’s something off about her,” someone remarked.
Confusion lingered in another voice. “Seriously, I don’t get why she’d go about her treatment this way. None of it adds up.”
Giffard discovered the conversation both perplexing and intriguing, prompting him to step through the doorway with purpose.
“What exactly are you discussing?” he inquired, his curiosity evident.
“Hey there, Giffard!” came the warm greeting.
Inside the room stood two physicians, both longtime colleagues who had worked alongside him for years.
Giffard acknowledged them with a measured nod before pressing forward. “I couldn’t help but overhear Vivian’s name being mentioned.”
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