Chapter 1432:
The only sounds left were the gentle, steady beeps of the monitors.
Bright fluorescent light filled every corner of the room.
No one said a word for quite some time.
Both men sat in silence, eyes locked on Millie, who still hadn’t regained consciousness.
After a long pause, Myron finally asked, “So what’s your plan from here on?”
Brandon slowly looked over at him, and their gazes locked. That silent moment between them spoke volumes—there was no need for explanations.
Both men carried secrets from the explosion: the chemicals Myron had smuggled in, the pillar he had deliberately toppled.
No one else knew why the knife that was supposed to be stuck in Macauley’s hand ended up elsewhere.
Whatever Brandon did during those crucial minutes when he was the only one left in the factory would remain a mystery forever. The fire had wiped out any remaining evidence. Yet as the two men looked at each other, everything became clear without a single word.
After that long, wordless understanding passed between them, Brandon finally broke the silence.
“I’ve stepped down as CEO of Watson Group. The company already released an announcement. I need time away—to recover, mostly.”
Myron’s gaze dropped to Brandon’s injured leg.
“And what’s the doctor’s verdict?” Myron asked quietly.
Brandon responded without a hint of drama. “The damage is permanent. There’s not much hope.”
They let the silence linger once more.
“You know you’ll still be prosecuted for holding Vivian against her will,” Myron eventually spoke up again. “There’s no dodging that. We’ll have to wait for the court’s decision.”
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Brandon didn’t argue. He’d been expecting this outcome. He’d already saved proof of Vivian’s threats about leaking those photos, retained legal counsel for the necessary documentation, and had turned himself in to the authorities, hoping for a lighter punishment.
They had done their research with lawyers, although the original plan was far from what actually played out. Now, with his injuries leaving him unable to walk, he intended to apply for medical parole.
A thick silence settled over the room once again.
“Let’s put this behind us,” Brandon said quietly, breaking the silence. “Myron, I was wrong. I should have learned to let go sooner.”
His voice trembled just a little, his eyes tinged with red, the weight of everything finally sinking in after all that chaos. Maybe if he hadn’t clung so tightly, things would have turned out differently.
He couldn’t stop staring at Millie, tangled up in wires and machines. The realization hit him: real love sometimes meant stepping back. He would have given anything to see her healthy again, to watch her smile at someone who made her happy, instead of lying there, trapped by tubes and silence.
Myron’s eyes drifted over to Millie as well.
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