Chapter: 32 The crowd backed off. He crouched beside her, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her bloodstained cheek."Come with me," he said, holding out his hand. She took it. It was warm and steady. Back in the present, a tear slid down the cheek of the 25-year-old Millie. She opened her eyes slowly. So much had happened since then. Brandon had stepped in. He had taken her and her mother away from the disaster, using his family's power to settle the mess.ww.. The Bennett family still crumbled. The title of a rich heiress disappeared. The life of comfort and wealth vanished. But she and her mother had survived. How could she not have loved him after that? And yetletting go had happened all at once... Millie closed her eyes again. Her brows drew together as pain pressed into her chest and reached her fingertips. Rita had been watching quietly. She exhaled slowly. "It doesn't seem like you've really let go of him," she said softly. Millie didn't answer right away. She sat up, taking her time. Then, with the edge of her hand, she wiped away the tear. When her eyes met Rita's again, they were clear. Steady. "I have," she whispered. What was behind her would stay there. Now was now. Millie knew she had to face the mess left behind by the Bennett family on her own. Brandon had chosen Vivian. That decision had shattered her, but it was also the closure she needed. There was nothing left for her to hold on to. Just like when her mother remarriedeveryone had their own path, and this time, Millie was choosing hers. She had made up her mind to let go. Slowly but surely, she was moving on. Rita listened carefully and nodded, absorbing every word... Her clinic wasn't part of any hospital. It was a private, upscale facility that offered peace, discretion, and full medical servicesdesigned for wealthy clients who valued privacy above all else. Records were kept in-house only, never entered into public hospital databases. That was why Millie had picked this place in the first place. She didn't want anyone to know what she was going through. Not even Alexia, her best friend, knew about it. After their session, Rita wrote her a prescription. Millie accepted the small bottle of pills, tucked it in her bag, and walked back to her car. The dosage was printed clearly on the label. She had a bottle of water right there in the cup holder. She could take the first tablet now..wo.