Chapter 833
Chapter 833:
“Vivian, why not just get checked? Once the results are out, everything will be clear,” someone said.
That single suggestion rattled Vivian to her core.
“I won’t!” she snapped, making the speaker flinch.
“Millie, who knows what schemes you’ve set up behind the scenes? I won’t walk into your trap! I’m not going! What do you really want from me p>
Millie glanced at the shredded papers on the table, her voice soft but sharp as a blade.
“I only want what’s mine by right p>
Her words pierced Vivian like a thorn.
“She’s scared. If she’s really sick, any hospital can easily prove it. But she’s likely not. Millie already showed evidence,” the crowd murmured.
Vivian’s anger boiled over, spilling like wildfire.
“It’s all because of you!” she screamed, her eyes blazing with hate.
Everything—her plans, her sacrifices, her carefully built schemes—ruined by Millie. She had been so close to becoming Brandon’s wife, and now, again, Millie stood in her way.
Millie remained silent, watching her.
And in that silence, Vivian felt more humiliated than if she had been mocked outright.
“Ahhh!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, raising the shears and lunging across the table. It happened in the blink of an eye.
The crowd gasped, chaos breaking out as bodyguards struggled to hold back the press of people. Reporters froze, cameras slipping from their hands. Screams filled the area.
It was too late to stop Vivian.
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“Millie p>
“Watch out p>
“She’s lost her mind p>
Vivian’s eyes gleamed with madness as she drove the shears forward.
Not far away, Brandon was being wheeled closer by his bodyguard, watching the scene unfold on the live stream.
Myron also pushed against the crowd, but he couldn’t reach Millie in time.
Vivian’s shears came down with vicious force, her lips curling in twisted satisfaction. If her lies were doomed to be exposed, then she would drag Millie down with her.
She wanted Millie dead.
The shears were only inches from Millie’s chest when Vivian froze.
Her wrist was caught in a firm grip, leaving her powerless.
For a moment, time itself seemed to stop.
Not far off, Myron pressed his lips tightly, still pushing through the crowd, while Brandon—though seated in a wheelchair moments ago—was already forcing himself to stand and move forward.