Chapter 137

When Millie's group were about to leave, the area outside the Blue Lounge was packed wall to wall.

Everyone seemed eager to snap a photo.

Millie and the others were being jostled by the crowd.

At the same time, Brandon had just stepped out from the club.

A sea of people separated them.

"This is insane. Where did all these people come from?" Charles said, pulling out his phone, ready to call for help.

But before he could, a security team rushed in,quickly forming a barrier between Millie's group and the swarming paparazzi.

Charles looked confused. He hadn't even made the call yet.

The team leader approached their group.

"Miss Bennett, Mr. Evans, we were sent by Mr. Elliott to escort you home," he said with a slight bow before turning to Alexia and the others. "You're all covered."

Charles narrowed his eyes. "Which Mr.Elliott?"

"Mr. Myron Elliott," the man replied."As a partner of Evans Entertainment, he heard about your situation and offered his support."

Realization dawned. Charles nodded. "Please extend my thanks to him." Then he turned to Millie. "Let's go."

The team leader gave Millie a polite smile. She returned a brief glance, said nothing,and followed Charles to the waiting car.

Just as she was about to get in, a voice rang out from the crowd-"Millie!"

It was Darden.

She looked over and spotted him, his expression tense.

Next to him, Bradon stood silent, his gaze locked on her,intense and uhreadable.

Millie lowered her eyes, turned away, and stepped into the car.

There was nothing more to say.

If they were to meet again, it would be when she walked into Watson Group with the agreement they had signed to reclaim what belonged to her.

As the car door shut and the engine started,Brandon's line of sight was finally broken.

The paparazzi, realizing they had missed Millie and Charles,swarmed around Brandon instead.

"Mr. Watson, are things tense between you and Millie?"

"There are rumors you're both involved in affairs. Any truth to that?"

"Mr. Watson, what's the current state of your marriage?"

"Mr.Watson-"

Darden was already dialing frantically, trying to get them out of there while microphones crowded in on Brandon.

But Brandon didn't move. He wvas still staring in the direction of the car that had just turned the corner.

"Come on, we're getting crushed!" Darden shouted into the phone, and then turned to Brandon."Brandon, let's just-Brandon!"

He tried to pull him back into the club while they waited for backup, but Brandon stumbled, nearly collapsing.

Darden caught him and placed a hand on his forehead. "You're burning up!"

Still, Brandon didn't respond. He just stood there,watching the street where Millie had disappeared.

Inside the car, the interior had been thoughtfully stocked-hangover medicine, bottled water, snacks,and even spare clothes in case anyone felt ill and threw up.

In the back seat, Alexia opened a snack and glanced at Charles. "Your business partner's pretty impressive. As soon as he found out we were stuck,he sent a rescue team and even stocked the car.Everything's ready."

Charles looked puzzled too. Was he really that close with Myron? "I'm actually lost here. Myron's always been mysterious. He wasn't even based in.the country until a couple of years ago. I don't know.Maybe he just wants to support the follow-up promotion for Heavenly Melody."

Millie said nothing.

She had already turned Myron down once. But since the Elliott Group was helping now as a business partner-not for personal reasons-she had no grounds to refuse.

As the ride continued smoothly, Alexia scrolled through her phone. A news alert popped up: Brandon had been taken away by an ambulance.

After a moment's thought, she handed the phone to Millie. She would find out eventually anyway.

"That's what he gets," Charles muttered.

Millie simply looked at the screen and nodded. No further comment.

That was all.

Later that night, Brandon woke up in a haze.His vision was blurred, his body weak.

Someone was gently wiping his arm.

He reached out and grabbed the hand.

"Millie," he rasped.

"You've mistaken me, Mr. Watson," the caregiver said softly,withdrawing her hand. "I'm not your wife."

His vision gradually cleared. It was indeed a caregiver standing beside him.

He turned his head. The sterile ceiling and the IV drip confirmed where he was.

"Brandon!" Babette's voice rang out as she entered the room. "Millie is unbelievable. You're in the hospital, and she's out having fun? She's nowhere to be seen. It was Darden who brought you in. Your phone's been right here, and I checked-she hasn't even called once!"

Brandon felt drained. He didn't have the strength to argue.

He picked up his phone. Messages from his grandparents, work partners, and even Vivian-everyone had checked in. Except Millie.

Whether it was the fever or something else, a hollow ache settled in his chest.

Babette was still going on and on. "She's so heartless. I just can't believe-"

Brandon's head throbbed.

He set the phone aside and closed his eyes again.

He thought back to a time when he had fallen ill,just like now. Millie had been by his side the entire night,running around to care for him.

When he woke up in the morning, she had been slumped over at his bedside.

Startled by the sound, she had looked up, eyes filled with concern.

"You're awake," she had said, touching his forehead."Thank goodness, the fever's gone. I was so worried."

But now, a stranger sat where she once had.

The contrast struck him with such force it became hard to breathe.

Babette's voice kept droning on and on. Brandon barely heard anything now.

"Enough," Brandon interrupted, voice hoarse. "Go home,Babette. I'll be fine tomorrow."

Babette wanted to protest but held back, seeing the state he was in.

"Alright. I'll come by again tomorrow," she said before giving a few instructions to the caregiver, and then left.

And in the quiet, all Brandon could see were the fragments of his life with Millie-meeting her when they were young, falling for her, the days they had shared, and the moment she shut the car door today without looking back.

It seemed that illness made people vulnerable and sentimental.

And tonight, Brandon was drowned in memory.