Chapter 1282:
She took a shaky breath and forced the question out.
“Did you ever love me?”
Egbert answered without hesitation.
“No.”
“But that day, when we first met, you dropped everything to save me…”
As she said it, a sickening realization spread through her chest.
“I saved the wrong person,” Egbert replied quietly.
“My team told me the Watson Group’s liaison—a young, beautiful woman—was in trouble.”
“I thought it was Millie,” Egbert said.
Babette felt as if the ground had slipped out from under her. She ended the call immediately and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
For so long, she had lived in the shadow of Millie’s accomplishments, and much of what she had achieved had been because of Millie. Yet she had convinced herself that everything was earned through her own skill and hard work. Her pride had blinded her.
Meanwhile, Myron’s car had already pulled out of the underground lot.
As the car moved, Millie looked out at the passing city, her long lashes lifting gently with each blink. Her demeanor had changed from what it had been only moments earlier in the parking lot. She simply stared out the window, lost in thought.
The scenery rushed by, and with it, she deliberately let her past drift farther out of reach. When the car stopped at a red light, Myron turned his head slightly and noticed the bruise on her face.
He frowned.
He had seen it when she first got in but had said nothing, noticing she clearly didn’t want to talk. As they were leaving, he had caught a glimpse of Babette.
The timer at the traffic signal counted down.
Millie stayed quiet, and Myron didn’t disturb the silence. He only kept his eyes on her.
𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨁𝗰𝗈𝗺
“Beep, beep—” The sharp honking from the car behind jolted Myron back to reality. He started the engine and drove on.
An intersection lay ahead.
Halfway through, Myron pulled over to the side of the road.
“Wait here for me,” he said to Millie.
“All right,” she answered softly.
She glanced out the window as he hurried toward a pharmacy, then lowered her eyes, took out her phone, and dialed a number.
Meanwhile, Myron asked the clerk for some supplies and, at the same time, called Adriana to find out what had happened. Adriana explained everything that had gone down in the parking lot.
Myron learned it was all Babette’s doing.
His grip on the phone tightened. He stood still, staring toward the car across the street.
After a moment, he returned with ointment and an ice pack.
“We’ll stay here for a while. The driver should arrive soon,” he said.
Millie gave a slight nod, stepped out of the passenger seat, and followed him into the back seat.
Myron gently pressed the ice pack to the swelling on her face, making her flinch slightly. His eyes were full of concern.
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