After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 146: Vivian Goes All In! Master Julian: I Want to Be Your Husband!
Wendy Warren also shouted heartbreakingly, "Vivian, we know we wronged you."
"Mom didn’t know you were so aggrieved at The Grant Family, child."
"Come back, talk to Mom properly about what grievances you suffered, Mom will uphold justice for you, Vivian—"
Regret also surfaced in Simon Sinclair’s eyes. If the truth is really like this, then Austin Grant is too much!
This is obviously a slap in The Sinclair Family’s face, no wonder The Grant Family deserves their current predicament!
Only Catherine Sinclair whispered, "Let’s go."
"The farther you go, the better, don’t get caught back by them."
Thinking from now on The Thorne Family would protect Vivian Sinclair, Catherine Sinclair’s face showed a relieved smile.
Vivian Sinclair suddenly sensed something and paused her steps to look back.
She wasn’t looking at Elias Sinclair, nor her foster parents, but Catherine Sinclair.
An expression of worry showed in her eyes, Catherine Sinclair understood her meaning, nodded with a smile and shouted, "Don’t worry about me!"
"Go!"
She, Catherine Sinclair, was inherently free.
The Sinclair Family trapped her for two years, but cannot trap her for life.
If they insist on using her as a tool for a marital alliance to offer to the heavens, they still have to see if Catherine herself is willing!
Seeing the confidence in Catherine’s eyes, Vivian could only relax a little and head back.
In the future, she would also figure out a path for Catherine.
She absolutely wouldn’t let her marry into The Holloway Family!
With such thoughts in mind, Vivian resolutely turned and left.
She didn’t spare a glance at the other three people from The Sinclair Family, which infuriated Elias Sinclair nearly to the point of biting his teeth into pieces.
"Vivian Sinclair—"
"You can’t just leave like this!"
"I don’t allow it—"
"Come back here!"
He rushed down the steps, but the Thorne Family’s bodyguards were all former special forces.
The moment Elias Sinclair came rushing down, they immediately surrounded him, blocking his path instantly.
Elias Sinclair swung his fists without saying a word and started fighting.
His skills amongst young heirs in Ardis were outstanding, but today he was facing the Thorne’s bodyguards.
Each one of them was either exceptionally skilled or wouldn’t be a personal bodyguard for Julian Thorne.
So even though Elias Sinclair used all his strength, he only disrupted the rhythm of the dense crowd slightly. In the end, he didn’t even open a gap and was completely suppressed by force, pinned to the ground unable to get up.
Wendy Warren and Simon Sinclair rushed out in panic, "Elias!"
"Stop! Please stop!"
"If you don’t stop, we’ll call the police!"
Leo Linden saw this, and slowly raised a hand, "Stop!"
"At least, for the sake of our future Thorne Family bride, show some face to The Sinclair Family, right?"
"Look at how you beat up the brother-in-law."
"How do you expect Miss Sinclair to accept this?"
Leo appeared to criticize the bodyguards for being heavy-handed, yet his lips were curled in a high smile, clearly not genuine.
Elias Sinclair awkwardly crawled up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He always lived a life of luxury, and never suffered any physical discomfort.
He was full of pride at heart, known for his aloof and distinguished demeanor, and never suffered such humiliation that lost face and dignity as today.
At this moment, Elias Sinclair’s eyes turned bloodshot.
He opened his mouth, sneering continuously, "So this is the famous Thorne Family."
"Did we, The Sinclair Family, agree to him taking her away?"
"And he still has so many men to stop me, why doesn’t he dare face me directly?"
"Julian Thorne, is no better than this!"
Leo Linden laughed.
"President Sinclair, don’t think too highly of yourself."
"Do you think anyone is qualified to compete with Master Julian?"
"Moreover, Miss Sinclair is free to come and go, why does she need The Sinclair Family’s consent?"
"Is she The Sinclair Family’s pet or a puppet?"
"Even I, such a humble creature, can’t stand it."
"She’s a living human being!"
"Learn a bit from Master Julian. Even if you want to keep someone, it’s done with sincerity and respect, not with brute force and patriarchal authority!"
"I think, Miss Sinclair now, already doesn’t buy this."
After saying this, Leo Linden coldly glanced at the bodyguards, "Master Julian’s orders."
"Tear down the wall for The Sinclair Family!"
"Since The Sinclair Family likes to engage in kidnapping and imprisonment, let their place be free from now on."
"From now on, anyone can freely enter and exit their estate."
"Demolish it!"
At the command, the bodyguards instantly turned into a professional demolition team, all running out to grab hammers and get to work.
Simon Sinclair watched the scene in front of him, his mind buzzing with anger almost causing him to fall backward onto the ground.
Wendy Warren cried and shouted, "No—what are you doing! Stop, stop!"
"Is there any justice left?"
"Is there any law and fair treatment—"
Leo Linden: "When you kidnapped Miss Sinclair, when you forcibly made her abort against her will, did you ever consider law, justice, and human rights?"
"Remember, this is already the lightest action from Master Julian."
"After all, we still consider your family’s surname is Sinclair, and I don’t want to make things difficult for Miss Sinclair."
"Otherwise, next time, I’ll tear down your entire Sinclair Group!"
With that, Leo Linden turned and walked out.
By the time Elias Sinclair rushed out the door, only the taillight of the Thorne family’s convoy remained.
The betrothal gifts that had filled half the road were also all taken away, not a single piece left.
The Sinclair family’s courtyard was stripped bare.
Watching the collapsed courtyard walls, the dust flying everywhere, and the wrecked yard... Wendy Warren directly fainted.
Catherine held her and shouted, "Mom! Mom?"
Simon Sinclair’s face was ashen, as if his dignity, like the courtyard walls, had been stripped bare.
"It’s injustice...injustice!"
Elias Sinclair felt a metallic taste rising uncontrollably in his throat.
He clenched his fist and retched heavily.
A mouthful of blood spurted out directly.
Seeing this scene, Catherine was completely stunned.
Vivian Sinclair sat in Julian Thorne’s car, even though they were getting farther from the Sinclair family, her mind seemed absent, never at peace.
It felt like a dream.
They left the Sinclair family with such fanfare.
Was this a complete fallout?
Vivian had long told herself not to care anymore.
But her heart still felt like it had been cut by a blunt instrument, aching for a long time, unable to clear and detach.
Until a cup of hot milk was pressed into her hand.
"Don’t worry, I won’t go too far, I will leave some space and leeway for the Sinclairs."
"Even though I really want to destroy them immediately."
After speaking, Julian Thorne personally took out the breakfast he had prepared when leaving Crestfall Villa from the thermal box.
"The cook got up at two to make you this breakfast."
"If it weren’t for considering you needed to sleep, I would have come over to settle accounts last night."
"Doesn’t that count as giving them enough face?"
He knew Vivian Sinclair had grown up with the Sinclairs, it’s not that easy to just break ties completely.
After all, it’s twenty-two years of feelings.
He himself was a living example.
How could he not understand the entanglement of such family bonds?
Some ties are inescapable, yet it’s impossible to accept peacefully coexisting conflict anymore.
So, how could he really make her feel in a tough spot?
Vivian looked at the small table filled with food she loved, and then she understood why he came out in an extended car today...
Just as she was about to say ’thank you’, Julian Thorne applied a cool ointment directly on her swollen face.
Vivian couldn’t help but flinch.
Julian Thorne: "Don’t dodge."
"You didn’t dodge when the slap came down."
"Why avoid applying the ointment?"
Julian Thorne’s gaze fell on Vivian Sinclair’s face, his tone carried a slight reproach, yet his movements were incredibly gentle.
His slender fingers gently massaged the ointment into Vivian Sinclair’s face.
The action was slow and deliberate, although Vivian felt a bit of pain, her heart raced even more.
Even the fingers holding her cup of milk turned slightly white from the tension.
She was never one to avoid conflict, not a coward.
Gathering her courage, she opened her mouth to ask, "You... why are you so good to me?"
"Is it because I’m pregnant with your child?"
"Or is it because... I’m W?"
"And, why did Mr. Thorne propose under the guise of the Sinclairs?"
"Is it just to help me out of a tight spot with them, or... are these illusions just my overthinking, Vivian?"
"Aren’t we just, under a contract for joint custody?"
She stared into his deep, ocean-like eyes, wanting to probe his thoughts.
Clearly, knowing it was crossing the line.
Knowing she should stop here.
Knowing that once certain things are revealed, it means either a total loss of this ambiguous relationship or... a drastic change in scenario.
But she still wanted to gather her courage and get clarity.
"Want to know?"
Julian Thorne didn’t avoid.
Instead, he leaned closer to her.
Close enough that if he lowered his head a bit, his lips could touch her reddened nose tip, and then he stopped.
Unable to help himself, he locked onto Vivian Tian’s line of sight, staring at her reddish eye sockets, watching the slight trembling of her eyes mirroring himself clearly.
Julian Thorne’s heart was also surging, not as calm as it appeared.
Their gazes entangled, in this moment, neither backed away.
Julian Thorne said in a hoarse voice, "I originally wanted to tell you yesterday."
"Miss Sinclair," Julian Thorne said word by word, "I don’t just want to be the biological father of the children in your belly."
"I also want to be your husband."
"So, let’s get married."
