Chapter 345:
“I was really scared,” Alexia said in a soft voice. “I’ve dealt with hopeless moments at work, but this was different. I’ve never witnessed someone getting murdered right in front of me.”
“You handled it well,” Giffard reassured his sister gently. “You called 911 right away. You even started emergency care when it was needed. I spoke with the hospital—they’re still trying to resuscitate the victim.”
“Do they have a chance?” she asked quickly.
“It doesn’t look good,” he replied, his tone heavy.
“I heard they’ve cordoned off the area to search. But the place where the car was abandoned is surrounded by steep mountains. If someone’s hiding there…” Alexia began, but stopped when a shadow fell over her.
She looked up to see Brandon.
Annoyed, she stood and turned to leave.
“Alexia,” Brandon called after her.
She kept walking.
“I know now,” Brandon said, his fists clenched.
She stopped and slowly turned back, confused.
Giffard, still seated, frowned. “Know what?”
He had felt uneasy ever since Brandon had been brought in. Both he and Alexia had already cooperated with the investigation.
“I know the car accident really happened,” Brandon said, his eyes slightly red and his voice low. He looked only at Alexia.
Alexia rolled her eyes, frustration flaring.
Pointing at him, she snapped, “I told you Millie had been in an accident and needed you. I begged you to come to the hospital. You came, but you brought Vivian with you! Wasn’t it enough that Millie was hit by a car? Did you really have to give her an emotional blow on top of it?”
Just thinking about it made her heart ache. She hadn’t known until later that Millie’s accident hadn’t been random—it had been intentional. Someone had tried to take her life. And Brandon, her husband, was a prime suspect. “I told you someone hit her on purpose. I even asked if it was you. What more did you need?” Alexia’s voice rose, trembling with emotion.
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Brandon opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had thought they were putting on a show.
In the end, he said nothing.
But Giffard caught it. “Alexia told me you thought she and Millie were faking it. That it was all just a performance to trick you.”
Brandon didn’t respond. He just stared at Alexia, the reality still not sinking in.
“Brandon, my father may be the hospital director, but we don’t misuse our resources,” Giffard said, less heated than his sister, but no less pointed. Each word struck like a blow.
“I came to you that day and spoke to you. I provoked you on purpose, yes. But ask yourself—your wife was hospitalized. Shouldn’t you at least have gone to see her? If you’d just spoken to your doctor or checked her records, you’d have known what she went through.”
He looked directly into Brandon’s bloodshot eyes. “But you didn’t. Not even once. Not during her entire hospital stay.”
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