Chapter 1363:

The moment they reached the end of the bridge, Alexia and the others hurried over.

“Millie! Are you alright?” Alexia grabbed her hands, fear written all over her face.

“Did Brandon do anything to you?” Then her gaze dropped to the faint marks around Millie’s wrists.

Everyone’s minds snapped back to the last time Brandon had taken Millie—and how deeply it had scarred her, body and mind.

If it happened again…

Millie met Alexia’s eyes and shook her head gently.

“I’m fine,” she murmured.

“Myron found me just in time and got me out.”

Everyone exhaled as one.

Thank goodness.

None of them could bear the thought of living through that nightmare again.

Suddenly, Alexia pulled Millie into a tight embrace and broke down in tears.

Millie rubbed her back softly, murmuring reassurance as she tried to soothe her.

Behind them, Myron cast a sharp look at Egbert, Charles, and Giffard.

They understood immediately.

A short while later, frantic cries erupted from the direction of the bridge.

From a distance, someone shouted, “He’s about to jump!” People on their side of the bridge stirred in alarm.

All eyes turned to Millie and Myron.

If Brandon really took his own life, the weight of it would fall on the two of them, staining the day that was meant to mark the beginning of their marriage. Every anniversary after would carry that darkness. It could even tear them apart.

The commotion on the bridge grew louder, and the traffic jam worsened. From one side, no one could see what was happening on the other.

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Millie stayed still, head bowed, saying nothing. Alexia looked at her helplessly, unsure how to comfort her. Everyone understood that if Brandon truly died, Millie’s future would be shadowed by misery.

After all, Brandon would be jumping because of the choice she had made.

Millie stared down at her wedding dress.

A moment later, a warm hand closed around hers.

She didn’t need to look up to know it was Myron.

“He’s fine now,” he said softly.

“Millie, none of this is your fault.”

She kept her eyes lowered.

Myron raised his phone so she could see the screen.

Back on the bridge, he had already contacted his people nearby, ordering them to be ready to stop Brandon the instant he tried anything reckless.

Now, his phone played a livestream clip.

The video showed Brandon being restrained and taken away. Millie finally let out a breath, relief loosening the tightness in her chest. The tension in her shoulders eased as she watched.

“Okay. We can go now,” Myron said with a gentle smile, still holding her hand.

The motorcycle wasn’t an option anymore, but fortunately, his Bentley was parked nearby.

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