Chapter 908:

Millie made no move to step out, her body rigid, fingernails digging into her palms so hard that she broke the skin. A wave of boundless hatred rose within her, overtaking everything else she felt.

When Millie stepped into the lobby, another elevator descended quickly on the opposite side.

With a chime, the doors slid open, and Eugene pushed Brandon’s wheelchair out.

They immediately spotted Millie.

Her eyes were faintly rimmed with red as she scrolled through her phone, with Myron close at her side.

Barbara stood a little apart, phone to her ear, her voice sharp with agitation.

Brandon’s mouth tightened. He maneuvered his wheelchair toward Millie.

“Millie,” he called gently.

She lowered her gaze to meet his.

“I know everything,” she said, her tone raw. “Where is she?”

Brandon knew she was referring to Vivian.

He quickly gestured for Eugene to bring Vivian down.

With people streaming past in the lobby, Brandon pointed toward a nearby conference room.

Millie stepped inside first. Just as Myron moved to follow, Brandon lifted a hand to stop him.

“Give me a moment alone with her,” Brandon said quietly. “This is something I need to explain to her myself.”

“She’s my girlfriend now,” Myron shot back, his tone cold and unyielding.

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞: 𝕘Ɐ𝕝𝕟𝕠ν𝕖𝕝𝕤﹒ⅽ𝕠𝕞

“Resolving this benefits both of us,” Brandon said earnestly. “Do you really want her carrying this for the rest of her life?”

Myron’s lips tightened into a thin line, his eyes brimming with contempt as he studied Brandon.

He had thought he already understood everything, but standing here, he realized…

“You keep saying you love her,” Myron said, his voice cold. “But you couldn’t even see what was happening right under your nose.”

If Brandon truly cared for Millie, he wouldn’t have been so oblivious, nor would he have left her alone in the stairwell.

Only today had he uncovered the truth of what truly happened back then.

Brandon’s eyes reddened, his jaw clenched, and his head dipped in silence.

Neither man moved for about three seconds.

At last, Brandon’s voice broke the standoff. “Look at me—I can’t even stand without help. I couldn’t hurt her even if I wanted to—which I don’t. All I’m asking for is a chance to talk to her.”

Brandon continued, lifting his head until his weary eyes met Myron’s. “Myron, listen to me. Millie and I once had a child together. That’s something only the two of us can resolve.”

Myron’s hands curled into fists.

He had no words to counter that.

Sensing his hesitation, Brandon guided his wheelchair toward the conference room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

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