Chapter 924
Chapter 924:
Back at the station, Lynda gave Millie and Brandon a quick briefing on the case. She was careful not to mention that Jon had actually gotten a clear look at the attacker’s face, though. Her colleague had just updated her that while Jon was awake, his recovery would still take considerable time.
“We need to dig deeper into Vivian’s background and social connections,” Lynda announced to the assembled group. “And for that, we need your help p>
The reactions were immediate. Millie pressed her lips together, fighting to stay composed. Myron gripped her hand tightly, his worry written all over his face. Brandon sat pale and hollow-eyed, but the most terrified of all was Vivian’s caregiver. Her whole body trembled.
Until now, she hadn’t grasped the true scope of what was happening. She had overheard Vivian’s phone conversation and convinced herself it only concerned Millie’s unborn child, never Millie herself. She had clung to the fragile hope that Vivian would never cross into murder. But now the truth was staring her in the face—Vivian was completely unhinged. The caregiver shuddered. If Vivian could try to kill Millie, what would stop her from killing her, too?
Millie studied the frightened woman, her own eyes red-rimmed from stress, and spoke in a rough whisper. “I promised you I’d keep my word. Can you give me those things now p>
Those words were the final straw that pushed the caregiver into action. The woman immediately jumped to her feet, her hands shaking violently as she pulled a small recording device from her jacket pocket and placed it in Lynda’s palm.
“What exactly is this?” Lynda asked, examining the device.
“I work as Vivian’s personal caretaker,” the woman stammered. “These are the original audio files I recorded in secret.” She then played a portion on her phone that she had previously shared with Millie and the others.
Lynda’s brows shot up. She hadn’t expected a lead like this to land in her lap.
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮:
“I want to be clear—I’m just hired help,” the caretaker said quickly. “I never got involved in her personal business. I only made these recordings to protect myself p>
Her voice was shaking badly, and her words seemed genuine. Jon lying in a hospital bed was living proof of how dangerous this situation had become. Lynda immediately passed the recording device to her forensics specialist.
The case against Vivian was no longer a puzzle of speculation. Piece by piece, the picture was forming. Vivian had built a secret network, and she knew how to hire killers.
The caretaker was taken to another room to provide her official statement, while everyone else finished their business and gradually left the station.
Only Brandon lingered, rooted in place. Eugene stood quietly behind him, watching Brandon’s broken state and struggling to find words of comfort. Vivian now had blood on her hands—not just the life of Millie’s child, but potentially others as well. Eugene had no idea what to say to Brandon in this situation.
“Is there something else you need?” Lynda asked, noticing that Brandon hadn’t moved to leave.
“I need to…” Brandon’s voice came out as a harsh whisper. “The exact details of what happened to Millie in that car crash p>
Brandon raised his head, revealing eyes that were completely bloodshot. “Can you tell me p>
Lynda’s expression grew troubled. She had been working this case from the beginning, so she was fully aware of the complicated history between Brandon, Millie, and Vivian, especially after their recent public confrontation that had made headlines. Seeing Brandon’s devastated condition, Lynda let out a long, weary breath.