Chapter 913
Chapter 913:
She kept the recorder hidden. It could be her ticket home. As gossip videos blared from her phone, she hesitated, and then typed out three messages—to Millie, to Myron, and to Brandon.
At that moment, Brandon urgently ordered his men to search every corner for Vivian. He had seen the inflammatory updates she had brazenly posted across her social media, and she had bombarded his phone with a stream of frantic messages—denials and justifications.
“Brandon, everything those people are spreading online is pure fabrication and lies. Do you remember what happened that day? Alexia was the one who started the confrontation with me. I never initiated that fight. Those malicious accusations have no basis in reality p>
“Brandon, I admit I’ve felt profound jealousy toward Millie. I’ll even acknowledge the resentment I’ve harbored toward her, but what logical reason would I have to do something so heinous? I didn’t even know she was pregnant then. Pushing her down the stairs would only have deepened your sympathy for her p>
Brandon shut his ears to her words. He obsessively replayed Leif’s analysis of the video again and again, alongside the devastating moment when his hand inadvertently struck Millie and she tumbled backward, staring at him with that bewildered, vulnerable expression. What storm of emotions had torn through her mind in those final seconds before impact?
His fingers trembled with tension. How much had she silently endured?
“Brandon…” Millie’s desperate voice seemed to drift toward him from a distant memory, crossing the chasm of his guilt and fury.
He felt himself drowning in hatred—seething contempt for his naive former self and murderous rage at Vivian’s manipulative schemes.
“Have your teams found her yet?” Brandon asked, voice like ice, his piercing gaze fixed on Eugene, who stood rigidly nearby.
Sensing the suffocating pressure, Eugene continued coordinating frantically with the search teams for any breakthrough.
𝙍𝙖𝙬 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨳ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Still nothing, sir. We’ve deployed every available resource, but Vivian managed to escape in a vehicle. The driver clearly knows all the surveillance blind spots in the surrounding neighborhoods, so we can’t pinpoint her location at this time.” Eugene delivered the news with visible weight on his shoulders.
Brandon’s fist crashed down on the mahogany table with explosive force, sending a porcelain cup leaping into the air before it shattered into countless fragments across the polished floor.
At that instant, Brandon’s phone chimed with a text from Vivian’s caregiver: “I have served as Vivian’s personal caregiver these past few months. I possess audio recordings from recent weeks that contain absolutely shocking revelations concerning Millie’s devastating car accident. If this interests you, meet me at the Street Cafe tomorrow at midday p>
Brandon’s brow furrowed with deep, troubled lines as his mind raced to process the development.
Meanwhile, in another vehicle, Millie’s soul burned with venomous hatred. She had once convinced herself that everything from that day was a tragic accident. She had tormented herself for failing to notice the dangers around her, for not protecting her precious child, and she had even blamed Brandon for the careless action that sent her tumbling down those unforgiving stairs. After losing her baby, she retreated into a protective shell of numbness, existing in a hollow state until the moment she found the medicine bottle hidden in the car—grief then demolished her defenses like a merciless tsunami.