Chapter 929
Chapter 929:
The online crowd was left reeling. Then someone recalled meeting Millie at the police station after the fight, and that Millie had quietly helped whoever needed it. Suddenly, those who had accused Millie fell silent. In Vivian’s fan chat, a heavy hush settled.
At last someone asked, “Could all this be true?” Silence stretched on.
Finally another voice replied, “No. I can’t believe Vivian would do that. Millie must have framed her p>
“This whole thing was probably set up by Millie to smear Vivian. Her sudden appearance at the police station was clearly staged p>
The group sprang back to life. One person hesitated, then said, “But wasn’t Millie called to the station? Many people saw her there. And wasn’t it Vivian’s fans, not Millie, who said she offered help p>
That person was immediately removed from the chat. Others mocked them as a spy planted by Millie.
Meanwhile, the wider online discussion kept surging. Eventually someone asked the question that silenced everyone. “Where is Vivian? What she did is criminal p>
No one knew. Vivian had disappeared from the internet. She was seething. She dared not show her face. She had tried to reach Johnny, but he hadn’t replied. That was a troubling sign. Her own phone lay disassembled: SIM removed, battery out. She used a backup phone with a spare SIM and logged in through a long-prepared alternate account. But even there, Johnny’s profile had been quiet for far too long.
A knot of unease tightened in her chest. Until Johnny responded, she couldn’t risk stepping into the open. Vivian glanced at the window. He had been gone a long time; who knew when he’d return?
Perhaps Johnny couldn’t be trusted either. If she could, she would rid herself of both the caregiver and Johnny.
Her grip on the phone tightened.
𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
And Millie.
Vivian’s eyes hardened. “Millie, I should have finished you off from the beginning,” she hissed.
Elsewhere, a car sped down the road. In the back seat, Brandon sat motionless, his face pale and his eyes faintly red—the only sign of the turmoil within him. The scenery outside blurred as they left the city behind. Eugene kept watching Brandon through the rearview mirror.
Since Brandon’s injury, he had traveled in an SUV outfitted with a doctor and emergency medical gear so that, if his condition suddenly worsened, help would be immediate. Physically, Brandon seemed stable. But mentally, he looked close to breaking.
The car finally slowed before a cemetery. “Mr. Watson, we’ve arrived,” Eugene announced as he finished parking. Eugene stepped out first, followed by Brandon in his wheelchair. The former guided Brandon through the cemetery.
They passed rows of tombstones in a hush so deep it chilled the air. Eugene wheeled Brandon along a narrow path until they reached a familiar grave—one Millie had secretly prepared for their first lost child. She had never told Brandon, believing he remained unaware, and came here to grieve whenever she could.
Brandon had known of the grave for some time but had never let Millie know he’d discovered it. Here, before this quiet marker, he always felt a fleeting sense of peace. But today, something caught his eye—a fresh grave beside the first. His heart lurched. He wheeled himself closer.
The gravestone bore a recent date and handwriting unmistakably Millie’s. It marked the day she fell and miscarried. This was the resting place of their second child. A tremor passed through Brandon. If only he had come sooner, he might have learned of their second loss earlier.