Chapter 74

Chapter 74:
“Think about it. What did you do to make her think that?” Millie said, her voice low.
Charles thought for a moment, and then it hit him. He started to speak, but Millie gently pressed her hand to his arm, stopping him. He understood the message.
Instead, he pulled out his phone and typed a reply, keeping it hidden beneath his coat. “When you didn’t show up to rehearsal and people started talking, I shared your medical report with the internal team. It was real, but I removed your name and changed the date to ten days ago. The word ‘miscarriage’ was in there. She must have seen it and thought you were pregnant with my baby.”
Millie read the screen and nodded. That explained everything.
She turned to the live feed playing in the corner. A contestant’s voice filled the room. The stage lights flickered across the screen.
Charles watched her for a second, then said quietly, “He’s here. Did you know?”
“Yeah,” she answered, as if it didn’t matter.
Charles hesitated, wanting to say more, but then changed his mind.
Across town, a black Bentley glided through the city streets. Brandon sat in the back seat, his tablet on his lap, reviewing company files as always. But his eyes drifted.
Out the window, roses bloomed along the edge of the road, and for a moment, he saw the woman in the red dress again—bold, graceful, untouchable. Only one person came to mind when he thought of those words.
Up front, Eugene noticed the shift in his boss’ expression and smiled. “Miss Simpson did well today, didn’t she?” he asked.
“She did,” Brandon replied, though he still hadn’t looked away from the window.
“I figured,” Eugene said, tapping on his tablet. “It’s all over the Internet. People are saying it’s the first time you’ve ever shown up for a recording like this. Must be because of Miss Simpson.”
He kept talking, but Brandon wasn’t listening anymore.
It wasn’t that he didn’t watch variety shows. He just didn’t watch them for entertainment. He had only ever watched them for Millie. Read full story at ⓝovelFind.net
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The Watson Group had no intention of investing in entertainment, but he had created a media department anyway—just to make room for her. But by then, she had already signed with Evans Entertainment.
Millie had grown up around music. She started with piano, moved to violin, picked up guitar, even tried the drums. She had a gift—and the discipline to master it.
Back then, he would often find himself standing on the balcony, watching the Bennett house from a distance.
Brandon quietly watched the rows of red roses blur past outside the car window. They reminded him of her.
Millie, when they were younger—loud, bright, fearless.
Maybe influenced by her mother, Millie used to wear red all the time. That year, Millie, still the heiress of the Bennett family, had worn a red dress and stood in the garden, violin in hand, surrounded by fallen leaves. Her long, slightly curled hair moved with the wind, the red of her dress blending with the maple trees behind her.
All the boys noticed. He had been one of them.
When did that version of her disappear? Brandon lowered his eyes slightly. Maybe it was the collapse of the Bennett family. Or maybe it began with what happened to her mother.
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