Chapter 831:

Reporters, Vivian’s devoted supporters, and curious bystanders all demanded immediate answers.

Online, the live stream was flooded with an endless stream of comments flying by faster than anyone could read them.

Back at Brandon’s car, the bodyguard had retrieved the wheelchair and was opening the door to help his employer out.

But something was wrong.

“Mr. Watson?” he asked, puzzled by Brandon’s stillness.

But Brandon didn’t move. He sat frozen, staring at the papers he had just retrieved—Vivian’s true medical records.

The livestream continued on his tablet, chaos filling the air outside, but it all sounded distant, muffled.

Brandon’s hand began to tremble slightly as he held the damning papers.

He had no doubt about their authenticity.

Giffard had attended the medical conference in Flaville recently. Brandon knew his methods were meticulous. The records had to be real. Yet his mind refused to process it. He was blank, hollow.

A sound escaped him at last.

“Heh…”

He laughed—a hollow, bitter sound.

Everything had turned into one enormous, cruel joke.

Every single thing he had done in recent weeks, every choice he had made, every sacrifice he had thought he was making for honor and duty—all of it had been based on a lie.

His agreement with Vivian—his conviction that once she passed away, everything would return to how it once was—had all become a farce.

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Even he himself was the biggest joke of all.

Just minutes ago, he had been torturing himself with questions about whether he could hold out until Vivian’s death, whether he should continue honoring their agreement despite the pain it was causing.

Now he knew the truth—there would be no death to wait for. There had never been.

Brandon had been wrong.

He thought nothing in this world could break him anymore. But the truth inside that safe crashed over him like a tidal wave, dragging him into a pit of despair. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he dug his fingers into his palm until his skin broke, blood smearing across the page. All this… all this over a ridiculous lie.

The divorce, the tragic death of his child with Millie, Millie’s utter ruin—he had torn apart everything he once cherished.

His eyes burned red, yet he kept laughing, a twisted mix of irony and grief.

Even his bodyguard, standing nearby, felt a shiver of unease.

“Mr. Watson, are you alright? Should I call Mr. Barnes?” the bodyguard asked nervously.

Brandon turned, his bloodshot eyes blazing with hate.

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