Vivian Sinclair’s eyes glinted with coldness.
Lillian Rivers was montarily stunned by her resistance, "You—"
However, before Lillian could react, Austin Grant’s younger sister, Gia Grant, ca over and violently pushed Vivian away.
"Vivian Sinclair, what are you trying to do!?"
"This is the Grant Family house! Do you still want to rebel and hit your mother-in-law?"
Vivian Sinclair nearly lost her balance.
A strong force from behind held her steady.
The person who ca in was Austin Grant, who had just returned ho.
He frowned tightly.
"Why aren’t you more careful?"
His words seed caring.
However, at this mont, Vivian Sinclair felt they sounded more like an accusation.
Ever since she learned the truth, she couldn’t hide her disgust at the sight of Austin Grant, so she pushed him away with a cold face.
Austin Grant had just begun to feel suspicious at her reaction when he heard Gia snort coldly, "Bro, see how you’ve spoiled this bitch?"
"Just now, she was not only disrespectful to Mom but also dared to show you attitude."
"Who does she think she is?"
"Just an imposter with the Sinclair Family who enjoyed luxury for so many years under the false pretense of being their eldest daughter, now exposed and cast out, a stray dog."
"She’s fortunate to have married into our Grant Family."
"But she’s ungrateful, daring to revolt against us."
"You really need to control her!"
Gia Grant’s accusations made Austin Grant’s frown deepen.
"Vivian, how can you be disrespectful to Mom?"
"Even if Mom says a few words to you, as a daughter-in-law, for my sake, can’t you bear it?"
Vivian Sinclair clenched her hands hanging by her side, suppressing the anger surging inside her. She should have seen through Austin Grant’s hypocrisy long ago. She once considered his position between his mother and wife difficult, but now she just felt it was laughable.
She lifted her eyes to Austin Grant, "Bear it? I’ve endured a year of Mom’s cold sarcasm and Gia’s insults— is that not enough?"
Her gaze swept over the apples rolling on the floor, "Mom smashed things as soon as she entered, and Gia called a bitch right away— is that ’just a few words’?"
Gia was about to retort when Vivian interrupted her: "Gia, after all, I am your brother’s legitimate wife, and you’re the one who lacks manners by constantly insulting , aren’t you?"
Her words left Gia flushed with anger and rendered Austin speechless for a mont.
Vivian Sinclair didn’t look at the three of them again and walked away, no longer showing an ounce of her previous patience.
Gia scread angrily from behind, and Lillian Rivers cursed loudly, "This is outrageous! Austin, are you just going to watch her bully us like this?"
"What do you want? Keeping this imposter woman here without divorcing her— are you trying to kill ?"
Austin Grant, having just been scolded, rubbed his temples irritably with a darkened face.
"Enough, Mom!"
"She’s pregnant, emotionally unstable. You all should be more lenient and accommodate her."
After saying that, Austin Grant turned and chased after Vivian Sinclair.
Leaving Lillian Rivers and Gia Grant standing in shock.
Pregnant?
This bitch is actually pregnant?
Austin Grant found Vivian Sinclair in the kitchen.
His cold eyes glanced aside, and the maid helping out hurriedly withdrew.
Austin Grant grabbed Vivian Sinclair’s wrist and pulled her in front of him.
His expression showed so anger: "Enough, Vivian Sinclair!"
"What are you throwing a tantrum for?"
"Is it just because I haven’t been ho to accompany you recently? Yet you show attitude to my mom and sister and talk back to them."
"I’ve already told them you’re pregnant."
"From now on, the entire Grant Family will tolerate you to so extent. Are you satisfied?"
Hearing his words, Vivian Sinclair only found it amusing.
"Austin Grant, you really do care about the child I’m carrying."
Ever since Vivian Sinclair’s identity as an imposter was exposed, her status in the Grant Family was lower than that of a servant.
Every ti she returned to the Grant Family, she would endure again and again.
Today, he was willing to let his mother and sister back down to her?
It’s because he believes the child I’m carrying is his and Zoe Monroe’s, which is why he’s willing to show this attitude, right?
Seeing his true colors, Vivian Sinclair felt utterly disgusted and turned her head to vomit.
Austin Grant’s face turned ugly: "You—"
The sll made his eyes reveal a hint of unsuppressed disdain.
Just as he was about to speak again to scold Vivian Sinclair, the housekeeper, Mrs. Archer, hurriedly appeared at the door.
"Young Madam, why are you still here?"
"The old lady has been waiting for you for a long ti, please co with ."
Vivian Sinclair rinsed her mouth with clear water.
With a pale face, she said, "Wait, I made lily soup for Grandma."
She had instructed the cook over the phone on the way here, so now she could bring it to the old lady.
The old lady lived in a separate small villa at the back of the Grant Family estate.
Seeing Vivian Sinclair filled her with joy.
"Granddaughter-in-law, you’ve finally co. Co over and let Grandma take a look at you."
"Why do you look more and more haggard? Has Austin been bullying you?"
Old Mrs. Grant was not in good health and usually stayed at a sanatorium.
But she returned to the Grant Family residence once a week, and Vivian Sinclair had to co back on that day to take care of the elderly woman.
Old Mrs. Grant liked Vivian Sinclair.
Even more than she liked Gia Grant.
She was the only one in the entire Grant Family who treated Vivian Sinclair the sa way after learning the truth about her identity.
Austin Grant followed, with a jealous look: "Grandma, you really have your granddaughter-in-law now, and you don’t even want your eldest grandson."
"Who in the Grant Family dares to bully her now?"
"Vivian is pregnant. We all care for her more than ever."
Old Mrs. Grant’s face lit up with joy upon hearing this.
"What?"
"Vivian, is this true?"
Vivian Sinclair knew that her pregnancy was no longer a secret.
She could only nod with a bit of resistance: "Yes, Grandma."
Old Mrs. Grant excitedly asked Mrs. Archer to fetch her heirloom bracelet from the safe.
Lillian Rivers, who rushed to see this scene, was nearly screaming with rage.
The heirloom bracelet, which she herself hadn’t received, was given to Vivian Sinclair, that wretched woman!
Gia Grant couldn’t help but glance at her mother, her eyes red with indignation: "Mom, Grandma actually gave that heirloom bracelet directly to Vivian Sinclair, that vile woman."
"You gave birth to my brother and for the Grant Family, and she didn’t give it to you."
"You’ve managed the entire Grant Family all these years; even if you haven’t achieved much, you’ve definitely worked hard. Yet she bypassed you and gave it to Vivian Sinclair!"
"I really don’t know what sort of spell Grandma is under."
Lillian Rivers’s face turned blue and white in anger, her shoulders trembling slightly: "It’s all because of that vixen Vivian Sinclair."
"Now, just because she’s barely pregnant, your brother is neglecting us and scolding us to protect her, and Grandma has given her the family heirloom!"
"If she truly gives birth to the Grant Family’s eldest son, there won’t be a place for us mother and daughter in this household."
"No way, the child in Vivian Sinclair’s womb absolutely cannot be born!"
A malicious calculation flashed across Lillian Rivers’s face.
Hearing her mother say such words, Gia Grant felt a rush of fear in her heart, and she too deeply hated Vivian Sinclair.
Suddenly, Vivian Sinclair shivered.
She turned back to look into the shadowy corner, seeing two figures swiftly retreating.
This al felt tasteless like chewing wax.
Her father-in-law, Theodore Grant, didn’t return.
So at the dinner table, Old Mrs. Grant was the only one jubilantly celebrating Vivian Sinclair’s pregnancy.
After comforting the old lady, Vivian Sinclair left the Grant Family’s old mansion, sat in the car, and imdiately took off the bracelet.
Austin Grant noticed, furrowing his brows: "Vivian, what do you an?"
"You don’t think much of this bracelet?"
The Grant Family rose to prominence only three generations ago.
So the bracelet wasn’t of particularly good quality.
Simply because it had been around for a long ti and was labeled as an heirloom, it seed sowhat valuable.
But what has Vivian Sinclair not seen since she was young?
The Sinclair Family pampered her like a pearl from childhood.
Austin Grant thought she despised it.
His face filled with anger, and he heavily struck Vivian Sinclair’s back.
Before Vivian Sinclair could explain, his tone was already angry: "Vivian, don’t go too far!"
"Don’t forget, when the Sinclair Family didn’t want you, we, the Grant Family, still accepted you as a daughter-in-law."
"What right do you have to disdain this bracelet?"
The malevolence in Austin Grant’s eyes was like a beast ready to devour.
He had always played the role of a gentle and considerate husband; was this finally his true face?
After pretending for so long, he thought that with her pregnancy, she couldn’t escape?
Vivian Sinclair held back the turmoil inside her, deliberately showing a bit of a sorrowful expression.
"Austin Grant, so is this how you see ?"
She reddened her eyes, carefully wrapped the bracelet in a handkerchief, and then placed it in her bag.
"I just think it’s a pity to wear sothing so important and risk damaging it."
"Grandma’s intent surprised ; how dare I dislike it?"
"Also, Grandma said this was for the Grant Family’s eldest daughter-in-law. I only think it’s safer to keep it in the safe at ho."
"When the Grant Family’s eldest grandson is truly born, his mother will have the right to wear this bracelet."
"Austin, don’t you agree?"
Deliberately showing that she felt wronged but stubbornly refusing to cry, she looked deeply at Austin Grant.
Understanding she ant this, Austin Grant’s expression finally softened.
He tugged at his collar and replied confidently: "You’re not wrong."
"Only the true mother of the eldest grandson deserves this heirloom."
Vivian Sinclair smirked internally: The person he has in mind now is Zoe Monroe, isn’t it?
But it’s a pity, their seed has long spoiled.
This sweet dream, she intends to shatter right before their eyes at the perfect mont!
Vivian Sinclair’s cold gaze made Austin Grant feel sowhat uneasy.
"Alright, it was my fault earlier, I shouldn’t have been harsh with you."
"But you also did wrong. You contradicted my mom, and I won’t hold it against you this ti."
"But there can’t be a next ti, understand?"
With that, he touched her face, indicating a slight sign of submission.
Then he let Vivian Sinclair get out of the car.
Austin Grant used the excuse of being busy at the company to have the Grant Family’s old mansion driver take Vivian Sinclair ho.
Watching until his car disappeared from view, Vivian Sinclair pulled out a handkerchief to vigorously wipe her cheek where she had just been touched.
Finally feeling a burning fla of pain, she tossed it disdainfully to the ground.
Back ho, Vivian Sinclair didn’t actually place the bracelet in the safe.
Instead, she called a senior she hadn’t contacted in a long ti: "Senior, long ti no see."
"I have a design for a set of jade jewelry. I wonder if your company can make it?"
Her senior, Tina Archer, was thrilled to receive Vivian Sinclair’s call: "Vivian, is it really you?"
"Oh my, you are the famous yet retired Vivi! If you’re coming out of retirent, of course, I’ll help."
"But, are you really planning to make a coback?"
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