Chapter 820

Chapter 820:

Vivian’s unwavering supporters refused to acknowledge the mounting evidence, continuing their passionate defense that Vivian possessed too pure a heart for such cruelty. They emphasized that Vivian faced only six months of remaining life back then and harbored no conceivable motivation to torment Millie so viciously. They branded user 567 as a malicious fabricator spinning elaborate lies from manufactured evidence.

Meanwhile, within the suffocating confines of the apartment, Brandon had surrendered to sleeplessness, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the mysterious lockbox that taunted him with electronic refusals.

He had been cycling through every conceivable combination repeatedly, but encountered only the mocking electronic beep announcing: “Access denied! Password incorrect p>

Throughout the endless night, he had been drowning in memories of his past transgressions.

Each recalled instance of inflicting pain upon Millie replayed with devastating clarity through his tortured consciousness.

Every remembered day, every resurrected moment of cruelty, drove invisible daggers deeper into his already shattered heart.

Without conscious awareness, he had inflicted such profound damage upon her fragile soul.

Seven brutal years stretched behind them. He had systematically tried every significant date except those spanning their marriage, foolishly assuming the password bore no connection to that particular chapter.

When Brandon had confronted Alexia about user 567’s three incriminating photographs, Alexia cryptically advised him to consider more than just the lost child’s significance.

This enigmatic guidance convinced Brandon that those devastating images held the key to unlocking the box’s stubborn secrets.

Since his signature had never blessed that emergency medical documentation with authorization, he had systematically eliminated their marriage period from consideration entirely.

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Just thirty minutes earlier, desperation had finally driven him to explore the marriage period dates with trembling fingers, since he couldn’t find anything otherwise.

Beginning from exactly one year past, he had laboriously tested each recent timestamp, hope dimming with every failed attempt.

Then his abandoned phone erupted into violent vibrations against the marble surface.

Brandon’s weary gaze drifted toward the intrusive sound.

Extended periods without sustenance, hydration, or restorative sleep had transformed his skull into a pounding drum of agony. His vision wavered like heat mirages, blurring the edges of reality.

Yet he steadied his trembling frame and discerned Eugene’s name blazing across the illuminated screen.

Eugene was reaching out to him during this crucial moment.