Chapter 925

Chapter 925:

“Come with me p>

Guiding him into another room, she switched on the monitor.

“My colleague likely walked you through this last time you were here to give your statement. There isn’t much additional evidence to show you beyond this footage. Here’s what we have.” Lynda pulled up the security camera recordings from the parking garage where the incident had occurred.

The footage revealed the horrifying truth as Brandon watched in silence. When Millie first spotted the vehicle bearing down on her, she managed to leap out of harm’s way, but her attacker wasn’t finished. Millie bolted for her own car, slammed the door shut, and tried to start the engine. But before she could even move, the attacker’s vehicle rammed into her side—metal crunching, the door caving under the blow.

The car didn’t stop. It revved, pulled back, and lined up for another strike. Only Millie’s instinct saved her. She floored the accelerator, tires screaming, and tore out of the lot.

“That car chased hers for a long stretch. She called us mid-pursuit. We blocked the road, and she managed to drive straight into the station,” Lynda explained once Brandon had finished viewing the recording. She pulled up another image on her computer screen. “This was her car when it arrived p>

Brandon forced himself to look. The picture showed a gaping dent, the metal twisted and ugly. His chest tightened, his heart hammering painfully. When Alexia had contacted him that day, all he’d seen at the hospital was a small cut on Millie’s forehead, and he’d dismissed the whole thing as Millie’s scheme to get his attention.

But this surveillance footage told a completely different story. It hadn’t been an accident. It had been an attempted execution. Someone had tried again and again to kill her. If Millie hadn’t been so alert and hadn’t made those split-second decisions to first dive into the flower bed and then race to her car, she would have been gone.

Brandon’s entire body began shaking uncontrollably, his bloodless lips quivering as overwhelming emotions crashed over him.

𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 → gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝖼𝗈𝗺

Lynda watched him for a moment, then said quietly, “I don’t know what happened between you two. But since I was the first responder who reached Millie that day, I have a clear picture of what actually happened to her. She could barely manage to push open her car door before she collapsed completely. There was blood—it was absolutely terrifying to witness p>

Brandon’s head snapped up suddenly.

“She collapsed? But she called me,” Brandon said, confusion evident in his voice.

Lynda’s expression shifted, her eyes filling with an emotion difficult to read. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then hesitated for a long moment before finally releasing a heavy sigh. “I was the one who made that phone call p>

Brandon stared at her, disbelief written across his face as though she had just told him the dead could walk.

“We were rushing her to the hospital, so I used her phone to try reaching you,” Lynda explained, her tone growing more complex. “I called repeatedly, but you kept disconnecting every time. I have no idea what you were occupied with during those crucial hours p>

Perhaps because she was a woman herself and felt a natural sympathy for Millie’s situation, Lynda found herself saying more than she typically would. “I couldn’t understand why you refused to answer, so I kept trying. It was a genuine life-or-death emergency where she desperately needed someone from her family to be there for her. As I recall, your divorce wasn’t finalized at that point, which meant you were still her legal husband p>