Chapter 922

Chapter 922:

“I’ll be there,” Millie promised, ending the call.

At the same time, Brandon answered his own phone. A man’s voice came through the line, official and brisk. “Hello, is this Brandon Watson p>

“It is,” Brandon replied, tension creeping into his voice.

“We’re requesting your cooperation in a case regarding your ex-wife’s car accident. Please come to the station,” the caller said.

Brandon tightened his grip on the phone, his gaze finding Millie across the room as she stood by the door.

The two vehicles sped down the road. In the first car sat Millie and Myron; in the second rode Brandon. Both vehicles were bound for the police station.

Vivian’s caregiver in the passenger seat looked tense, her hands knotted together. Noticing her unease, Myron spoke, his voice low and steady. “Your request is to leave Crobert safely and get back to Flaville. No matter what Brandon has in mind, I’ll see to it you make it home. You came to us because you know Elliott Group’s reputation even in Flaville. That’s why you sought me out for this negotiation. And p>

He met her eyes in the rearview mirror. The gentleness he usually carried was still there, but now it burned with a harder edge. “You can count only on me on this one,” he said.

The caregiver parted her lips as if to respond, but then closed them again. He was right. After exposing the recording of Vivian at the floral studio, she had been in hiding for days. Vivian was ruthless; the moment her location surfaced, Vivian would hunt her down and shut her up for good.

Brandon was only a fallback—she had never been sure where he truly stood. He loved Millie, yes, but he had always shown Vivian too much mercy. The caregiver feared that if his resolve wavered again, he might hand her over to Vivian.

Myron was different. With his clout in maritime logistics and his quiet devotion to Millie, he was the safest bet. Her only worry had been whether he would choose to help at all, which was why she had drawn Brandon into the arrangement as well.

𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆

She gave a small nod and turned back to her phone without a word. Satisfied, Myron shifted his attention to Millie. She sat gazing out the window.

Her reflection on the glass revealed an expression outwardly calm, but he recognized the storm of mixed feelings she held back.

In Brandon’s car, Eugene kept checking the rearview mirror. Brandon’s injuries were far from completely healed; he was still dependent on a wheelchair. At that moment, his face looked deathly pale.

Eugene let out a slow sigh. The bruises on Brandon’s body were nothing compared to the blow he had taken from the caregiver’s blunt words earlier. All Brandon had done for Vivian—the promises kept, the leniency shown—had turned to bitter mockery. It cut deep because the woman he truly loved had been the one most wounded by it. Alas…

Eugene turned his eyes to the car ahead. Vivian had hired a man to kill Millie. Her malice was no longer just rumor; this was a real crime. He wondered what awaited them at the police station, and whether Brandon had the strength left to face it.

Before long, they arrived. Lynda blinked in mild surprise when she saw both parties arriving together.

“We were together, discussing some things when you called,” Eugene said lightly. “We might as well talk it through all at once p>