Chapter 823:
“Oh, yeah? Have you ever considered why Brandon’s signature is conspicuously absent? Because he abandoned his dying wife at the hospital. I witnessed everything unfold over several agonizing hours. Medical staff attempted to reach Brandon through countless phone calls, but he never answered a single one of them. The surgical team couldn’t afford to wait—they had to operate immediately to save her life.”
Tears streamed down Brandon’s face, mixing with the blood that still dripped from his lips.
His heart felt like it was being crushed in a vise, each beat sending waves of agony through his chest.
The memories came flooding back in vivid, painful detail.
After he had stormed out that day, Alexia had called him repeatedly. Her name kept flashing on his phone screen, call after call.
But he had been driving Vivian home, his anger still burning hot. He was convinced that Millie and Alexia were working together, putting on some elaborate show to manipulate him. So he had switched his phone to silent and ignored every single call.
It wasn’t until the eve of their divorce—when the papers were almost finalized—that he finally learned the truth. Millie really had been in an accident. She hadn’t been acting at all. Yet even then, he still hadn’t known anything about the miscarriage.
Brandon let out a bitter laugh that turned into a sob.
Now he finally understood why his name wasn’t on her critical condition notice. He hadn’t been there. He hadn’t answered when Millie needed him most. The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. Had she suffered longer than necessary because he hadn’t answered those calls? Would she have missed her chance for rescue because he wasn’t there to sign the papers, and if the doctors hadn’t stepped in?
The guilt overwhelmed Brandon, and he vomited blood again.
This time it was worse—crimson splattered across his phone, soaked into the blanket, stained the bed sheets, and even reached the safe in his hand.
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“Mr. Watson!” A bodyguard burst through the door, having arrived just as Eugene had requested.
His eyes went wide as he took in the scene. Blood was everywhere, painting the room like a crime scene. “Mr. Watson, what happened to you?” Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
Brandon raised a shaky hand to stop him.
“No,” he said weakly. “Take me to Vivian Floral Design.”
He knew Millie well enough to predict her next move. With her stubborn personality, she would be there today, ready to face everything head-on and put an end to this mess once and for all.
“But Mr. Watson, you’re bleeding so much…” The bodyguard’s voice was filled with genuine panic. The amount of blood was terrifying—it covered everything, even the special blanket that Brandon couldn’t sleep without, the one that had been his comfort for years.
How could Brandon possibly think he didn’t need medical attention?
When the bodyguard continued to hesitate, Brandon’s voice exploded with desperate fury. “Take me there now!”
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