Chapter 920
Chapter 920:
The caregiver’s gaze swept the room, daring anyone to challenge her. “Vivian never cared about those who were suffering. She picked that show because it was a music show, and that was Millie’s territory. She wanted to beat her at her own game, in front of the entire world, and rub Millie’s face in it. The charity auction? That was never about goodwill. She dragged you there just to embarrass Millie. Even her dress was no accident; she picked a gown that looked just like a wedding dress, and I saw her choose it myself. Everything was calculated. All those glowing articles you read? Vivian’s PR team crafted them specifically to sabotage Millie’s reputation. And have you ever wondered why she insisted on launching the project ‘Love of Vivian’ against Millie, even though she knew the risks p>
The caregiver’s tone was cold as she turned to Brandon, her words sharp and unyielding. He sat frozen, unable to form a single word, the truth catching in his throat.
She didn’t let up. “Vivian knew what she was doing. ‘Love of Vivian’ was born from ‘Glimmer of Love.’ Before the public found out that Millie wrote that song, it was known as Vivian’s way of flaunting her feelings for you, and she made sure everyone saw it. If she could use that to crush Millie in the competition, it would be the ultimate insult to Millie p>
A dry, humorless laugh escaped the caregiver. “And since the film never aired, you’ll never know just how far Vivian and her team were willing to go. They had a dozen schemes lined up, all aimed at breaking Millie. She did everything to drive Millie out of the city in shame and despair p>
“Vivian even said she hoped Millie would be pushed to the edge, that Millie would end her own life. That was her ultimate goal, a clean break, a permanent solution without her lifting a finger p>
Every sentence from the caregiver struck Brandon like a blow. Not a soul in the room dared to speak, their stares fixed on him, the silence so heavy it pressed on his chest.
Brandon’s lips lost all color, quivering as if searching for the right words. Nothing came out. The only thing that surfaced in his mind was regret—overwhelming, all-consuming regret. How could he have been so blind? He had let Vivian spin her web, and he had walked right into it. He had stood by and let her destroy Millie, wound after wound, each one deeper than the last. The truth was impossible to ignore now; he had been Vivian’s unwitting accomplice, the architect of Millie’s heartbreak.
𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Brandon’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the wheelchair’s armrest, his whole body trembling. A sharp pain twisted in his chest, each breath a struggle. A single thought pulsed in his mind—he had to find and confront Vivian, and he had to make her pay. He owed it to Millie and the child they never got to raise to seek some kind of justice.
Finally, his gaze found Millie’s, her red, swollen eyes staring straight into his. It was a long moment before he managed to whisper, “Millie p>
Her answer was a sharp, bitter laugh, a sound laced with agony and loathing. Pain lingered behind her defiance. She looked as if she could shatter at any second. Hatred and sorrow warred in her eyes as she fought to hold herself together. In the soft lamplight, Myron took in the scene, something dark flickering in his eyes.
“That’s the bulk of the evidence,” the caregiver announced, breaking the tense silence and shifting the mood. Producing another recording device, she set it on the table. “This holds all the original audios. If you want it, you’ll have to follow through with the things you promised me. Meet the terms you agreed to, and it’s yours p>
She caught the uncertainty in their faces and quickly added, “I’m more than willing to go with you to have the authenticity verified. We can do that right away if you want p>