Chapter 53
Chapter 53:
The caregiver dared not speak, silently observing as Vivian, deep in thought, took out her phone and made a call.
Her voice was steady as she spoke. “Yes, it’s me, Vivian. I need a favor. Don’t ask me why. If you care about me, just do as I say. Yes, I’m with Brandon now. Does that really matter? You told me you loved me, didn’t you? If that’s true, prove it. Help me with this.”
Vivian ended the call, her eyes burning with cold resolve.
She knew that Brandon had always loved children. All this time together had taught her as much.
Brandon and Millie were nearly finished with their divorce—just a few more steps to go.
If Brandon found out about Millie’s pregnancy, he might call the whole thing off. Vivian had done everything she could to bring things to this point. She couldn’t allow anything to ruin it now.
Her phone vibrated just then.
Two new messages appeared on her screen.
One was from the person she had just called. “Alright, I promise. I’ll take care of it for you.” For more chapters visit ~net
The other message was from Brandon, replying to her earlier text about meeting him after work. All he said was a simple, “Okay.”
At exactly 8:45 PM, she walked out of her studio, and the paparazzi she had secretly tipped off were already snapping photos of her every move.
Every headline and every social media post that followed had been carefully planned by her.
As the Aston Martin disappeared from sight, Vivian let out a quiet laugh and whispered to herself, “You really think you can keep him with a baby? I won’t let that happen. Three days from now, when the premiere for Heavenly Melody goes live, it will mark the start of your downfall. Everything you have will slip away, and I will take your place. You never stood a chance, Millie!”
At Crobert Hospital, Alexia continued to wait in the hallway outside the emergency room, time dragging by.
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Finally, she heard movement on the other side of the doors. The moment they swung open, Alexia sprang to her feet.
Behind the wheel, Brandon drove through the night, listening to the wind rattle the trees outside his window.
Earlier that evening, the weather forecast had warned of strong gusts. Shadows from the trees twisted beneath the faint glow of the streetlights, making the road look strange and unfamiliar. The digital clock on the dashboard ticked from 11:59 to midnight.
All at once, Brandon slammed on the brakes. He paused for just a second, then spun the car around and sped back toward the hospital.
The highway was nearly deserted in the early hours, and his Aston Martin tore down the lane, the engine roaring.
Finally, he hit the brakes again, pulling to a stop right under the hospital’s bright lights.
Brandon glanced up at the windows glowing against the darkness, his mouth drawn tight with worry.
Pulling out his phone, he searched for Millie’s number and pressed call. “Beep beep, beep beep…” No one picked up.
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