Chapter 275:
Millie recognized that Charles had initiated this conversation specifically to provide her with an outlet for her accumulated frustration regarding Brandon’s latest betrayal.
“And regarding that Vivian woman! Never have I encountered such brazen audacity. My preference would be her immediate demise rather than waiting another six months!” Charles continued his passionate denunciation with an impressive arsenal of creative insults, prompting Millie to wonder whether he had enrolled in specialized courses for inventive verbal abuse.
The absurd mental image sparked genuine amusement within her, drawing forth a spontaneous chuckle.
Upon hearing her laughter, Charles allowed his tension to dissipate somewhat.
“The waiting period approaches its conclusion,” he declared with conviction. “Only a few days remain before you achieve complete liberation from any connections to him.”
Millie directed her gaze calmly toward the illuminated roadway stretching ahead.
“Absolutely,” she responded, her voice resonating with unwavering resolve.
After several more minutes of conversation, Millie concluded the call. As she continued navigating through the city’s nocturnal embrace, her emotional state experienced marginal improvement, though the shift remained disappointingly small.
More than twenty days had passed since Brandon first proposed their divorce proceedings.
She had once painted vivid dreams of their shared future—strengthening the Watson Group’s foundation, elevating the Bennett family’s legacy, and finally unraveling the mystery surrounding her father’s untimely death.
With the Watson family’s unwavering support and the genuine love flowing between them, every ambitious goal had sparkled with achievable promise.
Yet now, destiny had rewritten their story completely.
Babette’s calculated disruption during today’s event was merely a superficial scratch on the surface, though it had succeeded in thoroughly disturbing Millie’s equilibrium.
Her vehicle continued its purposeless journey through the city’s labyrinthine streets.
Eventually, Millie found her car parked outside the imposing facade of a luxury hotel.
Tilting her head upward toward one certain illuminated window on the third floor, she felt a turbulent storm of conflicting emotions.
Her mother had traveled to Crobert specifically to manage Ari’s complex adoption documentation and had established temporary residence within these walls.
Millie had personally arranged the luxurious suite for her mother’s stay, ensuring every detail met the highest standards of comfort.
Despite these thoughtful preparations, the chasm between them as mother and daughter stretched impossibly wide.
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