Chapter 685

Chapter 685:
Brandon had once instructed him to arrange proper “treatment” for her when she claimed she had depression, but other matters had pushed it aside.
And now, she was pulling the same act again.
Eugene saw right through it—she was trying to win back sympathy and repair her image.
This time, though, the effect was far weaker.
While a handful of people chose to ignore her past behavior, most believed she was falling back on her old manipulations. Eugene rolled his eyes, his irritation deepening.
Dealing with the chaos caused by Love of Vivian was bad enough, but now he had to handle the farce of her fake illness too.
Inside the mental health facility, Vivian was not stretched out on a hospital bed. Instead, she sat alone in a corner.
The room lights had been turned off intentionally, and a camera was recording.
While the filming continued, the door swung open without warning.
From her lowered viewpoint, a pair of shoes entered the frame. Vivian tilted her head upward and met Brandon’s cold, unyielding gaze.
“Brandon,” Vivian called softly. The source of thɪs content is
Yet Brandon offered no reply. He simply stared at her, making her feel uneasy. When she remembered the agreement they had, a faint sense of relief returned.
Seeing that the camera was still rolling, Vivian’s eyes welled up as she asked, “Did you come here to see me?”
A cold laugh escaped Brandon.
“Harming yourself again?” His tone was sharp and cold.
Vivian found herself at a loss for words.
Brandon turned his gaze toward the camera and switched it off.
Light from the hallway spilled into the room, and Eugene appeared in the doorway.
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“If you’re unwell, you should receive proper treatment,” Brandon suggested.
Eugene stepped inside with several others, prepared to take Vivian for medical care.
“Brandon, what are you doing?” Vivian shouted in panic, unable to believe what was happening.
Brandon’s attention shifted calmly to the night sky beyond the window.
“You’re sick, and you need treatment,” he said, his voice steady as he gave instructions. “Eugene, treat her for whatever condition she has. Understood?”
“Yes,” Eugene answered.
Vivian was escorted away.
Brandon remained in place, erasing the contents stored in the camera.
He took a slow look around the hospital room, his thoughts inevitably drifting to Millie’s illness.
Millie was the one truly suffering from depression.
He stood there for a long while.
Out of nowhere, his phone vibrated.
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