Chapter 623

Chapter 623:
“I even dragged you into trouble by hurting myself,” she said, sobbing even harder and cautiously sneaking glances at Brandon’s face.
But from the moment he walked in, his expression hadn’t changed; it stayed cold.
She was trying to gauge him when Brandon suddenly laughed.
He actually laughed loudly.
Vivian froze.
“Brandon?” she asked in a shaky voice, sniffling.
“Enjoying the performance?” Brandon glared at Vivian, his eyes full of disdain. He had given her one last chance to come clean, but even now, she clung to her lies.
Her clumsy little act made him laugh.
He was angry at himself for ever believing her.
“Brandon, I don’t understand what you mean,” Vivian said, fear starting to seep in, though she kept up the crying.
“You don’t understand?” Brandon’s laughter vanished, replaced by coldness. A knock distracted them.
The door opened, and Eugene stepped in, handing over a file folder and a stack of papers to Brandon.
“Mr. Watson, the documents you asked for. And the doctor is on his way. He’ll arrive shortly,” he said.
In his other hand was another file. He hesitated, unsure whether to give it to Brandon or not. He had accidentally stumbled into it from the archive. The archive clerk had carelessly handed him two documents.
One was Vivian’s record, and the other was Millie’s.
He weighed his options and then decided to hand the document to Brandon in private once this was settled.
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With that decision made, Eugene gave a slight bow before turning to leave, the door clicking shut behind him.
The room was quiet again, with Brandon and Vivian alone.
Brandon flung the file onto Vivian’s bed.
She wiped her tears, glancing at it.
“What’s this, Brandon?” she asked, making no move to touch it.
“Your medical records,” Brandon said flatly.
He threw the other stack Eugene had handed to him beside it. “And this?”
“An analysis report,” Brandon replied, his voice still cold. “Vivian, are you still pretending? You’re not sick. At all.”
The words caught Vivian off guard, but when she realized he meant her so-called depression, she eased a little.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brandon,” she blurted, breaking into tears and tossing the papers and records aside.
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