Chapter 746:

The realization sent a wave of panic through Brandon. He had never allowed himself to think about such outcomes before.

For as long as he could remember, Millie had been resilient, someone who stood tall on her own. She faced challenges with steady hands, managing responsibilities well. They had once leaned on each other, pushing through hardships side by side. She was never the type to hide behind him.

Within the family, she kept everything in order, running the household and caring for his aging grandparents. Their marriage had once been warm, built on affection and mutual respect. Though her past occasionally woke her in the night with nightmares, those moments always felt distant, buried in yesterday. In his memory, she was a woman who stood firm. Fragility had no place in her world.

But now, for the first time, he saw cracks in that image. Perhaps she truly was breaking apart. Perhaps her life itself was slipping away.

Meanwhile, Millie had returned to the Elliott Mansion with Myron. Her emotions had finally settled. Just as Myron had reminded her earlier—“Things are different now, Millie. You have bodyguards, and you have me. You’re no longer on your own.”

Her gaze fell on the female bodyguard nearby. This woman carried herself with calm assurance. Even when surrounded by many, she never lost her composure, buying time until reinforcements came.

“Thank you,” Millie murmured to her.

The woman gave a small nod. “Just doing my duty.”

Outside, the sky had grown completely dark. Between the endless rehearsal and the confrontation with Brandon, fatigue weighed heavily on her.

That afternoon, the housekeeper and family driver had gone to pick up Ari. When Millie came home, and Ari bounded toward her, clinging to her with joy.

After a brief exchange with Ari, Millie climbed the stairs to her room. She felt drained, her body begging for rest. Every ounce of her strength was gone, leaving her exhausted in both body and soul.

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Rita had just been by earlier, leaving her with medicine. After taking it, Millie washed up and lay in bed.

At the bedside, Myron remained seated, quietly flipping through a stack of documents. Millie looked at him for a while, her eyelids drooping. Soon the medicine pulled her into sleep.

Watching her breathe softly, Myron clenched his fist. The plan had to move faster. Brandon had to pay.

In Flaville, time crawled by. Inside a hidden room, Giffard hid himself. He held a document stained with blood. He had underestimated how strict the institution’s security truly was.

Unlike in his own country, firearms were legal here. The institution’s most restricted sections were under strict guard. Slipping something out unnoticed had been almost impossible. Yet as he studied the file in his hand, a grin spread across his face.

He had succeeded in obtaining Vivian’s original medical records. And just as he expected, her sickness had been nothing but a deception. It was never cancer, only a stomach ulcer. Even that was already cured. Vivian had no illness at all.

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