Chapter 622
Chapter 622:
“I brought her here right after. The doctor treated the wound,” Eugene continued. “The bleeding has stopped, and the caregiver is looking after her, but…”
Brandon caught Eugene’s implication and nodded. “Find her previous attending doctor. Also, get her medical records from the archives and bring them all here.” Eugene exhaled, relieved to have clear instructions. He stood up and hurried off. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ.net
Once Eugene was gone, Brandon pushed open the door.
Vivian was half-reclined on the bed in a single ward. Her wrist was swathed in thick bandages, with faint streaks of red blood seeping through. Beside her, the caregiver sat peeling an apple.
Vivian looked pale. At the sound of the door, she turned her head. When she confirmed it was Brandon, she gave a strained smile.
“Brandon, you came,” she said, her voice fragile. “I thought you wouldn’t visit me anymore.”
Brandon said nothing. His eyes were cold.
He walked straight to her bedside but didn’t address her. Instead, he looked to the caregiver. “What medication is she on?”
“She had a sedative earlier. Right now, she’s on a glucose drip,” the caregiver replied respectfully, standing. “We’re waiting for her attending physician to arrive and adjust her medication.”
Brandon’s eyes flicked back to Vivian, who still wore a pitiful expression. Inside, Brandon laughed coldly.
“You can go now,” he told the caregiver.
The woman nodded, set the apple on a nearby plate, and left, shutting the door behind her.
Brandon pulled a chair closer and sat, watching Vivian in silence. She shifted uncomfortably under his stare, and a chill ran through her. But remembering her plan, she composed herself.
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗼𝗺
“Is there something you want to tell me?” Brandon asked. “Or maybe something you need to confess?”
Vivian hesitated, guessing this was about what had happened at Serenity Villa. She pressed her lips together as tears suddenly ran down her face.
“Brandon, I know I shouldn’t have gone to Serenity Villa to livestream without your permission,” she said, her voice faltering.
She had been winding herself into a bad mood earlier, and now that Brandon was here, she found the perfect opportunity. The tears flowed freely. “But Darden’s place had a burst pipe. I had no choice but to go there.” She suddenly sat upright, clutching his hands and sobbing. “I didn’t know what was going on there. I didn’t know the wedding photo of you and her was still there… Brandon, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
Vivian’s tears slid onto Brandon’s hand, making her look all the more pitiful. “I didn’t know it would hurt her. I’ve been so full of regret… I’ve thought about it over and over, and I can’t stand myself like this, so I’m sorry.” Her voice trembled as she put on a show of tears and emotions.
The folding knife had been prepared long before. She’d cut her hand in front of Eugene on purpose, knowing he would stop her before she went too far. She hadn’t even cut deep—just enough for a little blood, just enough for the show. All that was left later was to cry.
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