Chapter 625:
“You!” Vivian snapped, pointing a trembling finger at the doctor, her eyes blazing. Her words were momentarily stuck in her throat.
“Stop pretending,” the doctor said, darting a wary glance at Brandon. “Mr. Watson’s been aware for some time. I’m just an ordinary man, and I can’t afford to take risks. Vivian, whatever’s going on between you two, settle it yourselves. Leave me out of it.”
Every part of him screamed to cut ties completely.
Vivian’s fury burned hotter.
Her gaze flicked back to Brandon.
Brandon still wore that mocking smile, his dark eyes cutting into her like blades. “Who paid you off to frame me?” Vivian snapped, turning around to glare at the doctor with seething accusation.
The doctor, however, came prepared. Without a word, he pulled a small recorder from his pocket and hit play, letting the sound of their earlier scheming fill the room.
Once the recording ended, he handed the device straight to Brandon. “Here’s the original copy. I’ve given you everything. I’m out of this now.”
He didn’t wait for a response, slipping out and shutting the door behind him with a sharp bang.
Brandon turned the recorder over in his hand before pressing the button again. Vivian’s own voice spilled out: “Diagnose me with depression, say I can’t handle stress, especially from Millie, and that I need Brandon’s care and attention…”
This time, the color drained from Vivian’s face for real, stripping away the painted paleness her makeup had created.
Brandon stopped the playback and raised the recorder as evidence.
“Got anything to add?” he asked, a cutting smirk on his face. “Or are you going to tell me it’s all fake?”
𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒕 ⲅ𝗮𝖑𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Vivian’s lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.
“You’re finally smart enough not to pile on another lie,” Brandon said coldly. “This is the original recording. It can be verified by voiceprint identification.” His voice turned frigid, almost daring her to respond. “Vivian, what else do you have to say now?”
Vivian stared at Brandon, realizing the act was over. There was no point in hiding anymore.
“Fine,” she admitted. “I made it all up. I was never depressed.”
Without warning, Brandon’s hand clamped down on her shoulder, pushing her back until she hit the wall. His eyes burned with fury, and his jaw was locked tight.
“Why would you do something like this?” The words came out low and strained, forced through clenched teeth. “Wasn’t she the one who always claimed to be gentle and sincere? Hadn’t she insisted she only had six months left to live, saying all she wanted was to spend that time with him? He had ended his marriage to Millie and stayed by her side. So why was Vivian still lying, still going after Millie?”
But Vivian only laughed.
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