Chapter 947
Chapter 947:
So how did they end up on Vivian’s tablet?
Questions burned in his mind, but Vivian looked ready to collapse, ghostly pale and barely holding on.
There was no choice but to rush her to the hospital. The confrontation would have to wait.
While doctors worked to stabilize Vivian, Brandon launched another quiet operation to scrub the photos from her device.
Only after everything was cleared did he plan to confront her.
But when he returned to her hospital room, she was gone.
The staff said Vivian regained consciousness, was advised to get more tests, and then vanished before anyone could stop her.
Brandon called her in a panic. Vivian answered, sobbing and telling him she thought she had stomach cancer. She claimed she’d run to Flaville for treatment at a famous facility.
Later he tracked down her records and confirmed she’d been treated there. Though he felt a flicker of pity over her illness, the photos found on her tablet kept haunting him.
And in the end, he couldn’t hold it in any longer—he asked her.
To this day, Brandon could still picture Vivian slumped in a hospital bed, her voice ragged and shaking. “Of course I kept those photos,” she confessed. “I went through hell because of them. The folder I carried to the meeting that day, it was full of those images. Do you know what it felt like, Brandon? When they pulled out the file and made me look at them—do you know what they did to me later p>
Vivian had broken down completely, sobbing until her whole body shook. “So while you were hunting down Macauley and his gang, I managed to snap a few photos p>
Brandon’s eyes narrowed, and his tone went ice-cold. “Let’s cut to the chase. Where else did you stash the photos? What is it you want from me, Vivian? Just say it p>
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 → g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗼𝗺
He could admit it now—he felt nothing but a ruthless urge to wipe those pictures out of existence.
“You want me to name my price?” Vivian’s performance was flawless. “I’ve only got six months left, Brandon. What could I possibly want p>
He watched her closely, a storm building behind his calm exterior.
Vivian looked right at him, her voice trembling just enough. “I want you, Brandon. I always have. Give me those words I’ve never heard—tell me you love me. Stay with me for these last six months of my life. The photos only hurt Millie, not me. You saw my medical file. I don’t have long, and when I’m gone, the photos will disappear for good p>
The hospital’s harsh fluorescent lights cast everything in a sterile, cold glow. The scent of disinfectant hung in the air.
Brandon stared at her, searching for another way out. “Is that really all you want p>
Vivian nodded, her answer soft but unyielding. “That’s my only demand. Six months, that’s it. Just be by my side. I won’t care if it’s real or fake, as long as you stay with me until the end p>
His gaze dropped, and he finally relented. “Fine. You have my word,” he said. “Don’t forget what we agreed to, Vivian p>
No one shouted. Nobody openly threatened anyone else, but every line carried an edge—an unspoken warning.