Chapter 346:
“He did show up, remember?” Alexia said with a sarcastic laugh. “Said he saw you and Millie together, hugging and everything.”
“Oh right,” Giffard nodded. “Thanks for reminding me.”
“And even if you were with her, what did that matter? Brandon’s been parading around with Vivian like a concerned partner. Meanwhile, you were only helping Millie because she could barely move! Let’s not forget—Brandon’s the one who pushed her down the stairs. And yet he still had the nerve to accuse her of pretending? After all the years she gave him, all the sacrifices? And she still got nothing in return. Giffard, he’s just heartless.”
Giffard added, “Which makes him a perfect match for that manipulative Vivian.”
“You’re absolutely right,” Alexia snapped.
The siblings traded accusations, their anger a relentless tide.
The longer Brandon listened, the heavier everything felt.
Millie had been in the hospital for days. And he never visited.
She had fallen down the stairs because he had pushed her. It was chaotic, yes, and he didn’t mean to, but the result was the same.
He had even accused her of faking it.
His chest ached as if it were being torn apart.
And her car accident…
“How was she injured?” Brandon finally asked, his voice rough and hollow, like dry bark cracking underfoot.
Alexia’s eyes flared again. “What do you think? She got hit by a car! But more importantly, you pushed her down the stairs right after that!”
“I didn’t mean to,” Brandon said quietly. “That day—”
He wanted to explain, but when he saw the fury in Alexia’s eyes, he stopped. It didn’t matter.
Intentional or not, he had done it.
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His thoughts flashed back to the hospital hallway. Millie had stood there, pale, with a bandage on her head, asking them what was going on.
And after she fell, he remembered her trembling voice calling his name.
“Brandon.”
It had been a long time since she’d said his name like that. His vision blurred.
He kept seeing her smile. Her tears. And the night he told her about the divorce. How stunned she looked when she asked, “What about me?”
“Giffard,” Alexia said bitterly, “some people only care about making excuses. ‘I didn’t mean to,’ and suddenly everything’s forgiven? It doesn’t work that way.” But Brandon didn’t respond. He didn’t even seem to hear.
It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. He couldn’t breathe.
Millie’s face lingered in Brandon’s thoughts.
He remembered that day at the hospital, the white bandage wrapped around her head.
“At least her injuries weren’t serious…” he whispered, relief in his voice.
Not everything was lost; if he explained things properly to her later on, maybe she would find it in her heart to forgive him.
But Alexia was having none of it.
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