Chapter 760
Chapter 760:
The smirk on Giffard’s face vanished, replaced with a grim stare. “Fine,” he said evenly. “I’ll ask, and you’ll answer honestly p>
A faint crease formed between Brandon’s brows. The air around them felt heavier, and he couldn’t shake the sense that something serious was about to erupt.
“You’ll answer me honestly, won’t you?” Giffard sneered. “Or are you too much of a coward p>
Brandon’s gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Go ahead. Ask p>
Clutching the safe, Giffard stepped closer, his voice cutting like steel. “Do you know Millie has been battling depression p>
The question hit Brandon like a blow, striking deeper than he expected. Rita’s words replayed in his mind: “…doesn’t see a reason to live right now.” His throat tightened, and his eyes shimmered faintly with restrained emotion.
The night breeze stirred his hair, carrying the tension between them.
“Answer me!” Giffard yelled, his voice unyielding.
“I know,” Brandon admitted quietly.
A sharp, derisive laugh broke from Giffard’s throat.
“Do you even understand why she fell ill?” he asked, his voice dripping with contempt. “The real cause of it p>
Brandon’s gaze dropped, unable to meet his eyes.
“That silence of yours is enough,” Giffard said coldly, studying the guilt written on his face. No denial came.
Brandon already knew the truth. Because he hadn’t trusted her, because he had doubted her, everything had unraveled beyond repair.
Fury twisted Giffard’s features as he looked at Brandon, loathing the man before him. “You dragged her away against her will, forced yourself on her, and left her scarred beyond forgiveness p>
Still, Brandon said nothing, silently admitting to every word.
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“She’s been pushed to the brink of death by you. Do you even grasp that?” Giffard’s scream tore through the air, his rage so raw it seemed he might tear Brandon apart.
Alexia’s voice haunted him even now: “Brandon tried to force Millie, and Millie… she collapsed. I visited her and then found out she had been seeing a psychiatrist for years p>
After Alexia’s call, Giffard wasted no time. He reached out to people in Crobert and eventually called Myron. Through them, he learned the rest.
Millie no longer wanted to live—her spirit drained, her vibrant self stripped away. And standing before him was the man who had started it all.
“Answer me!” Giffard exclaimed. “Don’t just stand there! Say something!” His hand shot out and clutched Brandon’s collar, shaking him, trying to force out words.
Eugene, who had been watching in growing alarm, rushed forward to break it up. “Mr. Watson hasn’t been himself recently—his state of mind was unstable back then,” Eugene said carefully.
Deep down, he believed Brandon’s behavior was indefensible, but as the man’s employee, his words could only go so far.