Chapter 921

Chapter 921:

But nobody seemed to hear her. Brandon was still staring at Millie. No apology could mask his own stupidity, and he found himself utterly speechless.

Millie had already looked away, her expression shutting him out completely. Without sparing him another glance, she faced the caregiver. “You’ll come with us. We need to get the audios authenticated p>

The caregiver nodded, understanding the urgency in her tone.

Bitterness simmered inside Millie, leaving no space for anything else. Every move Vivian took had been deliberate. Vivian had orchestrated everything from the very beginning, even that first car crash. Millie had always suspected Vivian was ruthless, but she’d never imagined such depths of cruelty.

And this was unforgivable; Vivian had taken her baby’s life. She had actually hired someone to stage the crash. Vivian had set traps in the stairwell, played mind games, never hesitating to cross the line. Now all Millie wanted was to see her brought to justice.

Anger, pain, and determination tangled inside her, but she forced herself to stay focused. First things first: get the recordings verified, fulfill the caregiver’s request for compensation, and secure the evidence. Only then could she turn it all over to the police.

Before, the authorities had mentioned questioning Vivian, but with nothing but a single shaky video, their hands were tied. The police could interrogate her, but that was all. But now that they had the recorder, they finally had something that could link everything back to the earlier events.

Hatred burned in Millie’s gaze. She wouldn’t rest until Vivian faced the consequences of her crimes. Millie gathered her thoughts, fully aware that she had no time to waste and needed to move fast, right now. She would see this through herself. Vivian belonged behind bars.

A voice broke the silence—Brandon’s, desperate and low. “Millie p>

𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 @

She steeled herself, refusing to turn around, and started to walk out with the caregiver.

Just then, her phone started to ring. At the very same moment, Brandon’s phone began to ring as well. The sharp sound sliced through the tense silence, startling everyone in the room. Millie’s brow furrowed as she fished her phone from her pocket and checked the screen.

It was the same officer from the police department who had handled her car crash. She had been planning to head to the police station later herself, and now, out of the blue, they were the ones contacting her. What in the world was going on?

Millie glanced at the caregiver standing next to her, just as the woman leaned in to see whose name was flashing on the screen.

“I haven’t handed it over to anyone,” the caregiver said at once. “I’m holding onto it until I get what I’m after p>

She kept waving her hands in protest, knowing that giving it to the police too soon would strip the recorder of its worth. There was no way she’d make a reckless move like that.

Millie nodded, managing to keep her frustration at bay as she took the call. “Hello, this is Millie,” she said, voice steady.

“Hi Millie, it’s Lynda. We spoke before,” the officer replied.

Millie’s gaze flickered briefly to Brandon before she answered, “Yes, Officer. Is there something I can help with p>

“There’s been a new development in your case. Could you come down to the station today?” Lynda asked.