Chapter 378:
“Come on, we’re getting crushed!” Darden shouted into the phone, then turned to Brandon. “Brandon, let’s just—Brandon!”
He tried to pull him back into the club while they waited for backup, but Brandon stumbled, nearly collapsing. Darden caught him and placed a hand on his forehead. “You’re burning up!”
Still, Brandon didn’t respond. He just stood there, watching the street where Millie had disappeared.
Inside the car, the interior had been thoughtfully stocked—hangover medicine, bottled water, snacks, and even spare clothes in case anyone felt ill and threw up.
In the back seat, Alexia opened a snack and glanced at Charles. “Your business partner’s pretty impressive. As soon as he found out we were stuck, he sent a rescue team and even stocked the car. Everything’s ready.”
Charles looked puzzled too. Was he really that close with Myron? “I’m actually lost here. Myron’s always been mysterious. He wasn’t even based in the country until a couple of years ago. I don’t know. Maybe he just wants to support the follow-up promotion for Heavenly Melody.”
Millie said nothing. She had already turned Myron down once. But since the Elliott Group was helping now as a business partner—not for personal reasons—she had no grounds to refuse.
As the ride continued smoothly, Alexia scrolled through her phone. A news alert popped up: Brandon had been taken away by an ambulance.
After a moment’s thought, she handed the phone to Millie. She would find out eventually anyway.
“That’s what he gets,” Charles muttered.
Millie simply looked at the screen and nodded. No further comment. That was all.
Later that night, Brandon woke up in a haze. His vision was blurred, his body weak. Someone was gently wiping his arm.
He reached out and grabbed the hand.
“Millie,” he rasped.
L𝓐tєѕτ chʜɑρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєl𝑠.ⲕоm
“You’ve mistaken me, Mr. Watson,” the caregiver said softly, withdrawing her hand. “I’m not your wife.”
His vision gradually cleared. It was indeed a caregiver standing beside him. He turned his head. The sterile ceiling and the IV drip confirmed where he was.
“Brandon!” Babette’s voice rang out as she entered the room. “Millie is unbelievable. You’re in the hospital, and she’s out having fun? She’s nowhere to be seen. It was Darden who brought you in. Your phone’s been right here, and I checked—she hasn’t even called once!”
Brandon felt drained. He didn’t have the strength to argue.
He picked up his phone. Messages from his grandparents, work partners, and even Vivian—everyone had checked in. Except Millie.
Whether it was the fever or something else, a hollow ache settled in his chest. Babette was still going on and on. “She’s so heartless. I just can’t believe—” Brandon’s head throbbed.
He set the phone aside and closed his eyes again.
He thought back to a time when he had fallen ill, just like now. Millie had been by his side the entire night, running around to care for him.
When he woke up in the morning, she had been slumped over at his bedside. Startled by the sound, she had looked up, eyes filled with concern.
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