Chapter 50

Chapter 50:
She could hardly bear it and silently begged in her heart, “Dad, Mom, what should I do now?”
Her body shook with sobs until there was nothing left to give. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ.net
As she slipped toward unconsciousness, her hand reached out, trying to hold on to something. But in the end, her fingers only grasped at empty air.
“Millie!” Alexia screamed, her voice breaking as she watched Millie’s hand slip from view.
Suddenly, the lights in the stairwell grew brighter, casting light on a wide pool of blood spreading beneath Millie, soaking both her clothes and Alexia’s white lab coat.
Alexia was paralyzed by fear, unable to do anything except call out for the doctors again and again, begging them to hurry.
Doctors rushed in moments later, gently moving Millie onto a gurney and quickly carrying her toward the emergency room.
“She’s going to be okay. We’ll get her through this,” said a colleague who often got along with Alexia, giving her shoulder a gentle pat for comfort before rushing off.
Alexia remained still, her eyes fixed in a daze on the bloodstained ground.
She did not move until the cleaners arrived and began to tidy the area. That was when she wiped her tears away and hurried after the doctors toward the emergency room.
Elsewhere, Brandon slipped into the car with Vivian. The door clicked shut, and he buckled his seatbelt, but his hand hovered over the ignition. He did not start the engine.
Images of Millie’s eyes as she fell down the stairs kept replaying in his mind.
From the passenger seat, Vivian’s voice broke the silence. “Brandon, if you’re still worried about her, you can go back. We’re parked in the hospital lot, and if you just go upstairs, you’ll find her. I don’t mind going home by myself.”
He said nothing, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles went pale.
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Vivian dropped her gaze and rummaged through her bag for a wet wipe. Carefully, she cleaned her lips, wiping away both her lipstick and the smudge of fresh blood left behind by Alexia’s slap.
She left the stained wipe right in Brandon’s line of sight, letting him see the red and pink marks as she sighed. “I shouldn’t have lost control and gotten into a fight with Dr. Hussain here at the hospital. I never touched Millie, but somehow she did fall during our fight…”
Vivian leaned closer and wrapped her hand around Brandon’s, tears glistening in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Brandon. I only wanted to protect you.”
Brandon’s gaze dropped to the hand Vivian had placed over his. A strange feeling swept through him as an old memory surfaced. Years ago, when he was overwhelmed by worry and pain during his grandfather’s illness, it was Millie who had taken his hand like this and softly comforted him.
Brandon could still picture that day—him kneeling on one knee, his head pressed to Millie’s shoulder. The always composed Brandon Watson had fallen apart, tears slipping down his cheeks and soaking her shirt.
Millie’s hand moved gently through his hair, and she softly patted his back, offering quiet comfort as he broke down.
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