Vivian hesitated for a mont, then briefly ntioned what happened that day: "I also overheard..."
Julian Thorne: "Overheard agreeing?"
"Or heard say, alright, take that Miss Sinclair for an abortion to get rid of the baby that shouldn’t exist inside her?"
As he spoke, Julian Thorne suddenly stood up and leaned over, placing his hands on the back of the chair behind her.
His arms dominantly encircled her between the chair and his chest, approaching Vivian Sinclair with an extrely aggressive posture.
Vivian felt suffocated under his intimidation, instinctively reaching out to place her hand on his chest.
However, the sudden solid sensation made Vivian’s heart tremble, and her cheeks flushed red uncontrollably.
She couldn’t decide whether to withdraw her hand or keep it there... neither felt right.
Julian Thorne stared at her.
Vivian Sinclair dared not et his gaze.
She stamred, "Julian Thorne, didn’t you an it that way?"
"If not, how could your people dare to say such a thing in front of you?"
Speaking, Vivian hurriedly withdrew her hand.
She kept retreating until she was pressed tightly against the back of the chair, and when she couldn’t move back any further, Julian didn’t actually press down.
He only looked down at Vivian Sinclair from above.
"Miss Sinclair, when I first found out that there was a stranger who got pregnant with my child due to a ridiculous blunder, I indeed decided to deal with this situation no matter what."
"But as the investigation beca clearer, and your na started appearing on the list, I got anxious."
"I, Julian Thorne, never thought I’d lose my composure over sothing like this. Truly... I didn’t expect it myself."
"And you think the reason for all this was who?"
"Later, when it was confird that you were indeed the mother, I thought this mistake should be corrected promptly."
"You’re the Young Madam of The Grant Family."
"My child, Julian Thorne’s child, can’t have such a complex background."
"So I admit, I did arrange such a surgery."
"But later... I regretted it."
"Therefore, before you even realized, I had already vetoed myself."
"That imdiate decision to resolve should have been overturned. Miss Sinclair, who do you think I did it for?"
When two consecutive questions were thrown out, Vivian Sinclair’s heart raced erratically.
Could it be... because of her?
She was utterly shocked.
However, not daring to be conceited, Vivian quickly told herself that even if it was because of her, he must have hesitated due to Stella’s condition.
But what Julian Thorne said next utterly threw Vivian into panic.
"Miss Sinclair, you did indeed disrupt my mind."
"So, even if you don’t divorce your husband, I will employ so ans to make you divorce."
"Even if I have to bear the reputations of shalessness and despicability."
"Miss Sinclair, you cannot continue being the Young Madam of The Grant Family."
Vivian Sinclair couldn’t utter a word, rely gaping at those eyes, as vast and dazzling as stars, which seed capable of absorbing her very soul.
Her heart was about to burst.
The sound seed deafening, and she could hear how fast it was beating.
Her hands had already quietly clenched, too flustered to know where to put them.
Seeing her charming yet dazed expression, Julian Thorne finally curved his lips.
"Now, it’s my turn to continue questioning Miss Sinclair."
"Miss Sinclair, when did you find out about this matter?"
Vivian Sinclair didn’t want to answer.
Julian Thorne: "That Dr. Lyle isn’t exactly tight-lipped."
"Miss Sinclair, don’t you plan to confess first?"
Vivian Sinclair: "At the beginning."
"When the baby was just about two months past a successful IVF, but when the fetus was stable, I knew."
Julian Thorne: "So, you knew then that you were carrying my child?"
"On that overpass... did you recognize ?"
Vivian Sinclair blushed, looked around, but didn’t dare et Julian Thorne’s gaze directly.
Her voice grew quieter: "...Yes."
Julian Thorne stood up, touched his chin, finally looking as if he understood: "No wonder you blocked ."
"You knew I was the biological father of your child, feared being entangled with , so you kept your distance."
"Every ti you saw later, you fled faster than a rabbit."
Vivian Sinclair: Now you understand.
Julian Thorne personally lifted the teapot and poured Vivian Sinclair a cup of hot fruit tea.
Then he sat down again, leisurely clasped his hands, and continued asking: "Alright, continue."
"Next, I need to know, Miss Sinclair, when did you plan to escape?"
Vivian Sinclair clenched the fabric of her skirt tightly, took a deep breath, and finally t Julian Thorne’s gaze.
"From the ti my involvent with you and The Thorne Family began to grow more complicated."
"I originally planned to leave after the divorce, fulfilling the contract with you for one billion, then leave Ardis to start over."
"This way in the future, the children’s identities wouldn’t suddenly be disclosed, and they could grow up like normal kids in a carefree new environnt, living normally."
"And I could also say goodbye to these complex relationships in Ardis and beco my true self."
Vivian Sinclair spoke calmly, with no emotion showing on her face.
But Julian Thorne could feel her loneliness and courage.
The loneliness of soone faced with a desperate situation.
The courage to choose to leave and start everything anew.
At this mont, she seed not just strikingly beautiful; there was a subtle maternal glow emanating from Vivian Sinclair as she sat by the lace-draped window.
A layer of soft, pale light gently radiated from her, yet she was unaware of it.
His gaze instinctively fell upon Vivian Sinclair’s slightly protruding abdon.
The last report said it was two children.
So, she was pregnant with twins.
Inside her belly were two children belonging to her and him.
This truth felt sowhat absurd, yet... sowhat wonderful.
"Can I... touch your belly?"
As he made this request, Vivian Sinclair’s hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
With a sound of "clink," the teacup almost fell to the ground.
He swiftly reached out to catch the sowhat hot cup, then gently put it down.
Julian Thorne knew this request was sowhat inappropriate.
But she inexplicably conceived his children and kept the truth hidden; isn’t that also sowhat inappropriate?
So it cancels out, and Julian Thorne didn’t feel his request was excessive.
His intense gaze fixed on Vivian Sinclair, making her unable to refuse.
Knowing she was in the wrong, she could only blush and step forward.
"Please... be gentle."
When Julian Thorne’s large palm gently covered Vivian Sinclair’s belly, she couldn’t help but shrink back.
Julian Thorne quickly raised his other hand to hold her waist, then pulled her back toward him.
He didn’t move recklessly.
He just felt the presence of the two little lives inside her belly.
Vivian Sinclair was so nervous she dared not breathe.
Julian Thorne: "Breathe."
"You can slow down a bit."
Upon hearing this instruction, Vivian Sinclair’s flushed face slowly relaxed.
She still dared not move as Julian Thorne’s hand stayed on her belly through her clothes.
Inexplicably, a strange feeling arose in her heart.
Vivian Sinclair couldn’t help but think: Every ti Austin Grant placed his hand on her belly, all she felt was endless annoyance. Yet when Julian Thorne did so, she didn’t resist.
And even felt a slight... joyful tremor.
Why?
Because he is the biological father of the babies?
Or because of the ti spent together, she developed a unique, peculiar feeling toward him?
Vivian Sinclair shook her head vigorously, warning herself: These thoughts must not exist!
No matter the relationship, they are just the biological mother and father of the babies.
Other than that, there’s only a client and her employer, collaborators.
No more should be considered.
Vivian Sinclair: "Well... the babies haven’t moved yet."
"But last night during the fetal monitoring, I heard their heartbeat for the first ti. You should have... heard it too, right?"
Heard it.
Two very strong and fast heartbeats.
Moreover, at that ti, Julian Thorne stood at the doorway, and the sounds impacted him greatly.
He hadn’t expected the fetal heartbeat to sound like that.
The sound was so strong it appeared in his dream.
"That audio was incredibly beautiful."
With that, Julian Thorne finally withdrew his hand from Vivian Sinclair’s belly.
The hand at her waist, though slightly reluctant, was retracted together in a gentlemanly manner.
He thought it was beautiful?
Does he truly believe so?
His attitude caused Vivian Sinclair endless confusion.
Ultimately, he is agreeing to keep the children or not?
With such ambiguity and no clear answer, Vivian Sinclair could not rest her anxious heart.
She lightly bit her lip, deciding to take the initiative: "Julian Thorne, can the children stay?"
"What exactly do you an?"
Julian Thorne: "Is my aning not clear?"
He stood up, looking down at the petite pregnant woman standing in front of him, and spoke slowly: "The children can stay, but Miss Sinclair needs to agree to one condition."
Vivian Sinclair’s joy hadn’t had ti to fully rise before hearing the latter part made her two parts cautious: "Wh-what condition?"
Julian Thorne: "I want to co-parent the two children with you."
Vivian Sinclair’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Bu-but The Thorne Family, can they accept the existence of illegitimate children?"
"Besides, you should understand I conceived these babies during my marriage with Austin Grant. If you claim these children, their background will be controversial... Are you certain?"
Julian Thorne squinted his eyes, gazing into Vivian Sinclair’s eyes: "Is Miss Sinclair doubting my decision-making or my ability to handle affairs?"
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