Chapter 919

Chapter 919:

“This is the most important part,” the caregiver said firmly. She swept her eyes across them and tapped play again.

Vivian’s voice returned. “Something’s off lately,” she murmured. Then a pause, as if someone had spoken back. After a moment, her voice came again: “I’m not sure p>

“You cleaned up the traces, didn’t you? No one knows it was me who ordered you to get rid of Millie’s child, right p>

Millie’s heart shattered. For a breath, she could barely hear anything, her mind numb with shock. Then came the fire—boiling anger burning in her chest. But the tape wasn’t done.

“You need to stop hiding in the woods. Come back. Be ready—there may be others to deal with. You’re always reliable. If you hadn’t found out about Millie’s pregnancy, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly p>

Vivian’s tone brimmed with pride. “Our biggest triumph was killing Millie’s child without anyone noticing!” A cruel laugh followed. “I bet Millie was drowning in sorrow! I really wish I could watch her misery with my own eyes. That would have been a true delight p>

The recording stopped.

Under the table, Millie’s trembling fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Her throat was choked with too many emotions at once. With reddened eyes, she turned slowly toward Brandon.

Brandon had been frozen in silence ever since Vivian’s order to kill Millie echoed out. Memories of that night stormed back like a flood.

Vivian had come to Watson Group, saying she missed him and wanted to see him. Millie had later called him again and again, but he ignored the calls, assuming she only wanted to confront him for being with Vivian. He cut the calls short.

Then Alexia’s number flashed. He answered, irritated—only to hear her panicked voice saying Millie had been hit by a car.

𝙋𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣:

He had rushed to the hospital, but Alexia stood in his way with excuses. Vivian’s whispers had planted suspicion in his mind, making him question Alexia’s reason for keeping him from Millie. Even after the police confirmed the crash, he refused to believe Vivian could be behind it. He convinced himself Alexia and Millie accused Vivian only out of dislike. Never once had he believed Vivian capable of plotting to kill.

That night, Alexia’s furious words rang back in his mind. “Are you trying to pin this on everyone else, Vivian, because you’re the one behind the wheel?” But he…

He had stood shielding Vivian, insisting, “Starting at 8:45 p.m., paparazzi have been following Vivian after she walked out of Vivian Floral Design. Her every move has been plastered all over the internet. She’s been with me the entire time p>

Alexia argued, “That doesn’t prove anything. She could have sent someone else to do her dirty work p>

And he had snapped back, “Alexia, that’s enough. Don’t push it p>

Brandon could only stare at Millie, his mind clouded with disbelief. Millie’s eyes were rimmed with red, burning with resentment. A bitter, hollow laugh burst from her lips. The sound, mixed with the memory of Brandon defending Vivian, carved deep into him.

“You were completely taken in, Brandon,” said the caregiver, her voice cutting through the silence. “Vivian planned every part of this from beginning to end.” She played the recording, making sure each word was heard loud and clear. “Vivian’s illness? It was nothing but smoke and mirrors,” the caregiver declared.

“From the very start, her plan was to become your wife. Her performance on Heavenly Melody wasn’t about inspiring those who are also sick p>