Chapter 771
Chapter 771:
Shortly after those haunting photos appeared online, the original post was taken down for breaking content rules. But when the images resurfaced, the blood had been edited to black in an attempt to dodge further censorship.
By then, however, screenshots and screen recordings of the original post had already spread like wildfire, leaving no chance to contain them.
“What could have possibly happened p>
“Does anyone know what’s going on with Millie p>
“How could there be so much blood p>
“Millie looked like she was on the verge of death p>
“Is this something that just happened p>
The internet was left in collective shock.
Elsewhere, Brandon remained glued to his car seat, endlessly cycling through password guesses. After his tense conversation with Vivian, he had gone straight back to his vehicle, determined to crack the code.
Giffard’s mysterious clue kept echoing in his mind. It had something to do with the child. Given the safe called for an eight-digit code, it seemed obvious the answer was a date—four digits for the year, and then two each for the month and day.
Brandon mentally ran through every significant date tied to his and Millie’s child. The one that haunted him most was the day they lost their baby in Fiesta. He tried using the date Millie got pregnant. He entered the day Millie quietly purchased a cemetery plot and buried that bloodied handkerchief. Each year’s memorial after losing their child flashed through his mind as he punched in anniversary after anniversary.
No matter what combination he entered, the safe refused to open.
All these failed attempts only pulled Brandon deeper into old memories. Every year, he’d catch Millie drifting through that day with sadness shadowing her face.
Millie never realized he’d figured out her secret grave preparations.
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She always slipped away to the cemetery, and Brandon played along, pretending not to notice while following from a distance. Rain or shine, she’d leave little outfits and toys at the gravestone, honoring the child who never got to see the world.
She never let herself forget.
That loss had become the one thing they couldn’t move past—an ache she wore openly, and one he kept hidden. Her grief had always weighed on him, haunting him year after year.
Just as Brandon slumped back against the seat, his phone started to vibrate. He glanced at the screen—Eugene’s name flashed in bold letters. Brandon picked up right away.
“Mr. Watson, something’s happened—and it’s bad!” Eugene’s voice shook with panic.
At first, Brandon assumed Vivian had landed herself in yet another mess. His phone chimed with a fresh notification before he could dwell on it.
“Mr. Watson, I just sent you a link. There are photos online—someone’s leaked images of Miss Bennett in the hospital, and her condition looks critical p>
Without a word, Brandon ended the call and jumped straight to his messages with Eugene. A link popped up on his screen, and Brandon’s hands shook as he tried to steady his phone. Drawing in a shaky breath, he tapped on the link.