Chapter 413:

Silence spread across the room.

The man froze, caught between advancing and retreating.

Then Millie spoke again. “Looks like I cut you a bit with the paddle. Maybe you should go clean up.”

He latched onto the out she offered.

Muttering threats under his breath, he turned toward the exit.

But as he reached the door, he paused and looked back. “You fight so hard for Brandon. You do everything for him. But what if one day he leaves you? That will leave you the laughingstock of all of Crobert!”

Millie didn’t look at him. She turned to the rest of the room. “Anyone else want to try?”

No one answered.

The man let out a final snort. “You’ll regret this!”

But Millie said nothing back. She just won the tanzanite without issue.

Because of his repeated bids, the price had risen higher than expected.

The video then showed her receiving the gem later with a gentle smile.

Someone nearby asked, “You look so happy, Mrs. Watson. Is there something special about this tanzanite?”

Millie gazed down at the deep blue stone, smiling softly. “If we have a child, this would make a beautiful piece of jewelry for them. I think Brandon would love it too.”

This video went viral online.

Millie was rarely seen in public after she married Brandon. Most of the time, she came across as distant, more like a background figure next to Brandon than someone real.

It was rare to see her so alive.

This video changed that. It revealed her strength, her decisiveness, and her deep loyalty to Brandon.

“She looked so gentle and happy, talking about the tanzanite, her future child, and her husband. So why did she end up selling it?”

“Why? Isn’t it obvious? Are you really that naive?”

The debate online continued to rage.

At the Moonlit Estate, Brandon could no longer stay on his feet. He sank to the floor and watched the video in silence.

He remembered the moment she had smiled at him and gently placed his hand on her belly. “I’ll take good care of my health,” she had said. “We can have another child in the future.”

The child they had lost in Flesta was a wound that never closed.

They never spoke of those days.

That pain lingered, too deep to revisit. He had buried himself in her embrace, chasing the hope of creating something new.

It became his obsession.

Yet he had even competed with her for the very birthstone she had chosen for their future child.

They hadn’t had a child yet, but the tanzanite had meant something more. What had she been thinking as she bid against him? Did it hurt her to see Vivian sitting beside him as he raised his paddle over and over?

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