Chapter: 45 .l. Alexia walked over to one of the officers who was holding Millie's phone. The officer seemed unsure of who to call next. She introduced herself as a doctor and said she was a friend of Millie's. When she overheard the officer trying to reach Millie's family, she quietly reached for the phone and took over. The screen showed multiple missed calls. None of them answered. Then her own phone began to buzz. She glanced at the screen. A headline popped up. "Brandon Watson and Vivian Simpson spotted leaving Watson Group together."Alexia's stomach turned. So this was why Brandon wasn't answering he was with Vivian... Without hesitation, she tapped his number. The first call went unanswered... The second connected just as the final ring buzzed. "What is it?" came Brandon's voice, clipped and cold."What is it?" Alexia snapped. "Why haven't you been answering Millie's calls?"Behind the wheel of his Aston Martin, Brandon's eyes narrowed. "Did Millie tell you to call me?" His voice dropped lower, even colder. "No," Alexia said. "I called you myself!"At ared light, Brandon slowed to a stop. He glanced at the call log dozens of missed calls from Millie. Of course. She must have turned to Alexia for help. That was just like her... The traffic light blinked green. Brandon eased his foot onto the pedal, and the Aston Martin glided forward, matching the quiet steadiness in his mood. Millie had started calling the moment Vivian walked into the Watson Group building. He didn't need to ask why."You need to come to Crobert Hospital now," Alexia said. "Im not going," Brandon said flatly. Millie must have gone crying to Alexia again. That had become her patterncomplain, exaggerate, bring others into their private matters. Ever since he asked for the divorce, she'd been unbearable."She was hit by a car," Alexia said, her voice suddenly hard and cold, stripped of emotion. "If you still have any conscience left, get over here."Brandon slammed the brakes. The tires screeched against the asphalt, and the car came to a stop. A horn blared behind him, followed by a string of angry curses. But Brandon barely heard them. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as Alexia's call cut off. Beside him, Vivian had heard everything. She said nothing at first. Then her phone buzzed. She glanced down, and then slowly tucked it away. She turned to Brandon, eyes wide with worry.