Chapter 824:
He jumped at the outburst. “Yes, sir!”
As the bodyguard helped Brandon to his feet, Brandon’s gaze fell on the blood-splattered safe.
Something cold settled in his stomach. He thought he knew the password now. The secret that Giffard and Alexia had kept from him all this time. The incident that had wounded Millie so deeply. He knew that date by heart now.
But did he have the courage to open it?
Everything he had learned so far had nearly destroyed him. Could he really handle whatever truth was locked inside that safe?
Meanwhile, across the city, Millie sat in the back seat of a car, scrolling through the same photos that user 567 had posted.
Even now, she still had no idea who this mysterious person was.
As she thought about it, she realized it didn’t really matter. Maybe it was just someone who happened to be at the hospital that day—a patient, a family member, a random witness who had seen everything unfold and decided the truth needed to be seen and heard.
What mattered were those photos themselves. They captured that day.
The day she never wanted to remember for as long as she lived.
The day she had tried to lock away in the deepest, darkest corner of her heart and throw away the key.
She knew that if Brandon learned the secret, it might change how he felt about everything. It might make him see things differently. But she had no intention of speaking about it.
She couldn’t bear to relive it. And most importantly, she didn’t need his pity or his guilty love—not anymore.
She had made her decision long ago, and she was sticking to it.
Millie turned her gaze to the window, watching the bustling streets blur past. Outside Vivian’s studio, she could already see crowds of people gathering, their voices creating a buzz of anticipation and chaos.
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Millie knew exactly what she had to do now. End this public spectacle once and for all. Then she could focus on what really mattered—reclaiming her family’s legacy, uncovering the truth behind her father’s death, restoring the Bennett name to its former glory, and building a happy and peaceful life with Ari and Myron.
She felt warm fingers intertwining with hers, and she turned to find Myron sitting beside her, his face calm and steady as always.
He was studying her with those gentle eyes of his, and without a word, he reached up to smooth her hair.
He was trying to hide the strands that had turned white over the past few days.
She was only twenty-five years old, but stress had aged her beyond her years. Millie didn’t stop him. She simply looked back toward Vivian Floral Design, steeling herself for what was coming. It was time.
Outside Vivian’s studio, chaos erupted. Online revelations had spilled into the streets, and the crowd buzzed with agitation.
Just that morning, Vivian had gained sympathy by announcing her worsening illness, claiming she had even less time left. People had wept for her and even admired her persistence. But user 567’s post shattered it all, drowning her integrity in suspicion all over again.
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