Chapter 637:

Yet, cruelly, he remained painfully clear-headed. He knew exactly what he had to do.

Eugene knocked on the door before stepping inside. The air in the room felt strange—thick with tension.

“Is… is everything alright?” he asked, his voice tentative. He’d heard faint arguing outside but couldn’t catch the exact words.

“Mr. Watson?” Eugene tried again.

Brandon finally stopped laughing. Drawing all his emotions inward, he looked at Eugene calmly.

Eugene felt a prickle of unease.

“She’s ill. Make sure she gets proper treatment,” Brandon said flatly.

Eugene understood. Vivian would finally face the real treatment for the illness she had been faking all along. Brandon left without a second glance.

Vivian let out a quiet breath of relief. In her mind, she had passed this hurdle. Brandon could never stomach Millie finding out what had happened. For that reason alone, Vivian believed he wouldn’t do anything to her.

Without the six-month agreement, he would never have accepted her terms. But with only four months left, he might still cling to the hope that things could return to normal afterward. That was why he would stick to the deal. Vivian, however, knew she had to move fast. Four months was all she had to become Mrs. Watson. She sniffled at the thought, bent down, and picked up her phone from the floor.

Eugene stood nearby.

“Miss Simpson, you’re ill and need professional help,” he said.

Vivian blinked at him in confusion.

“I’ll arrange the right treatment for your condition. I hope you’ll cooperate,” Eugene continued.

He left before she could reply.

Vivian stood still, feeling unsettled.

𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺⧽

After a moment, she pulled another phone from under the mattress, slipped out to the balcony, and dialed a number.

The line clicked, and a voice answered, “What’s the matter?”

Vivian whispered, “Did you hide everything well? Was everything from before cleaned up? Brandon won’t find out, will he?”

There was a pause.

“Vivian, I’ve risked everything for you. I set the trap for Brandon, and now I have to run for my life. Yet you still doubt me?”

“It’s not like that. It’s just… Brandon’s been acting strange. He’s discovered things. He knows I faked depression. Do you think he’ll check my other records from Flaville?” she asked quickly.

She glanced around to make sure no one was watching and lowered her voice even further.

“He can’t find out about this. Have your friends in Flaville cover it up. After four months, whether it’s a miracle or a misdiagnosis, there has to be a reason why I’m still alive.”

Silence lingered on the other end.

Vivian softened her tone. “You’re the love of my life. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Everything I’m doing now is for our future. And you know… I’ve never let him touch me. Doesn’t that prove it? I love you and only you.”

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