After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 43: Smash the Window! Call the Police! Vivian, Hide!
Vivian Sinclair was trembling as she pressed against the outer wall.
Every step, she took with utmost caution.
Though the ground was slippery beneath her feet, making it seem like a path leading to death, this was her only escape route and chance to survive!
Since it was autumn, the rain soaking her made her shiver uncontrollably.
Even so, she steadied each step before moving forward again.
She kept chanting in her heart: Babies, please cheer for mommy, okay?
We must escape together, leave this deadly lair together!
However, the rain was so heavy that Vivian could hardly see how far it was to reach the lighted place ahead.
When Austin Grant popped his head out to see her, he shouted in anger and urgency: "Vivian Sinclair, come back to me!!"
Vivian ignored him and continued to fumble her way forward.
Austin Grant turned over and tried to follow her outside, but was firmly held back by Lillian Rivers.
"Are you crazy?"
"What if you slip and fall? You’ll either die or be disabled! How will mom live afterward? What will happen to the entire Grant Family?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Austin seemed unconcerned about such things: "Mom, Vivian is carrying my child!"
"I must bring her back!"
Lillian Rivers looked into Austin’s anxious eyes with near indifference, coldly saying: "If she seeks death, that’s her own business and her own choice."
"Even if she slips and falls tonight, it’s her fate!"
"Austin, did you hear me?"
"It was Vivian Sinclair’s own foolishness to climb out on this rainy night; even if the police come, we wouldn’t be to blame."
Lillian Rivers had initially been quite afraid.
But now she was utterly calm.
If Vivian Sinclair slipped and died tonight, it would be a good thing.
Once she’s gone, the child will naturally be gone as well.
The position of Young Madam of the Grant Family would be vacant as desired, allowing her son to marry a truly well-matched heiress.
Even Vivian Sinclair’s bracelet would easily fall into her possession.
Completely removing this eyesore, isn’t that a good thing?
As long as they report the incident immediately, and the police find no evidence of them forcing her to her death, they can spend some money to suppress the matter and likely avoid major trouble...
The Sinclair Family likely won’t care about Vivian Sinclair.
In this world, no one would really mind how Vivian Sinclair ended up dead.
Lillian Rivers’ face revealed a hint of excitement, clearly seen by Austin Grant.
"Mom?"
"Why do you look so happy?"
Lillian Rivers’ expression stiffened.
"I... Austin, you misunderstood..."
She was about to explain when Nanny Bell, who had rushed downstairs with an umbrella to check, suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my, Young Madam!"
It turned out Vivian Sinclair had reached a corner, and her foot had slipped, almost causing her to fall.
Austin Grant quickly extended his head out, and seeing this scene, he felt his breath catch, his voice shaking with anxiety.
"Vivian! Don’t move, I’m coming over right now—"
Vivian clung to the pipe wall, poised to slide down.
Austin’s heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He instantly resolved again, shaking off the restraining Lillian Rivers.
"Mom!"
"I don’t want to do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life!"
After speaking, he charged outside.
Lillian Rivers stomped in anger and shouted behind him: "Come back to me—"
Austin intended to climb from below, so he could catch Vivian.
Thus, he descended to the first floor.
He could also climb out from the third floor.
But he feared startling Vivian from the third floor would cause her to fall in panic.
So when Austin reached the first-floor garden, he immediately clung to the wall, preparing to climb up.
Meanwhile, Lillian Rivers had also chased out with an umbrella.
Seeing Austin’s reckless actions, she rushed forward and grabbed him: "Austin, come down! Come down—"
"Don’t you know how dangerous this is?"
"Please, mom implores you—Nanny Bell, come and pull the young master down!"
Nanny Bell hurried over, but Austin merely turned his head and pushed, sending the two middle-aged women down to the ground together.
"Mom, I don’t want to lay hands on you, don’t force me!"
After saying this, he climbed the wall using both his hands and feet.
However, Austin’s movements were upward.
Due to the heavy rain, when he looked up, the rain battered him so hard he couldn’t see above, making the climb slow and arduous.
Lillian Rivers, realizing she couldn’t stop him, could only look upwards, filled with poisonous hatred towards Vivian Sinclair, cursing loudly: "Vivian Sinclair, you troublemaker, how long do you plan to harm Austin?"
"Many mocked our Grant Family for marrying you, a fraud."
"It was Austin who, amidst various remarks, managed to keep you respectably, and now without gratitude, you’ve harmed both my children this way. Why don’t you just fall to death?"
"Vivian Sinclair—If anything happens to Austin today, I, Lillian Rivers, will never let you live peacefully—"
Vivian Sinclair completely ignored Lillian Rivers’ venomous yells.
She only shivered as she looked down at the garden, retracting the foot she had extended to descend.
Finally, everyone was here.
And what she really had to wait for was this opportunity!
Vivian Sinclair quickly turned around the corner along the wall, risking her life tonight to climb out the window for the true purpose of finding a room with the lights on.
That’s why she deliberately pushed the bedside table to make a loud noise, just to draw everyone out of their rooms.
It didn’t matter whether the room belonged to Lillian Rivers or Austin Grant.
What mattered was that this was her only chance for escape.
Finally, she found the light.
She pushed the window, but as expected, it was locked.
Vivian Sinclair had no choice but to extend her arm to fetch the prepared window-breaking tool—a metal antler wrapped in cloth.
She gripped the window sill tightly with one hand and unhesitatingly raised the other to forcefully smash the window—
At first, the window only had cracks.
Twice—
The window cracked widely.
On the third strike, Vivian Sinclair mustered all her strength and shattered the glass completely.
She swiftly jumped aside to avoid the exploding glass shards.
"What is she doing—?"
"Vivian Sinclair, you’re crazy!"
At this moment, Lillian Rivers, standing downstairs, gaped at Vivian Sinclair’s move, only able to scream in anger, yet unable to stop Vivian Sinclair.
Vivian Sinclair climbed into the room through the broken window.
Downstairs, Lillian Rivers and Nanny Bell immediately realized her intention and dashed upstairs.
"Quick! She’s going to escape from inside, stop her!"
Austin Grant, hearing the commotion, was only stunned for a moment before realizing Vivian Sinclair deceived him once again.
He gritted his teeth angrily, raising his head to roar at the pouring rain, "Vivian Sinclair! Today I will make sure you pay—"
Austin Grant swiftly jumped off the ground, three of them charged into the house again in the rain, racing to the third floor.
However, Vivian Sinclair managed to climb through the window ahead of them.
Without time to catch her breath, she quickly stood up and before Lillian Rivers and Nanny Bell reached the third floor, she pulled out the piece of paper she prepared before climbing through the window from her underwear and stuffed it entirely into the lock hole.
As she saw Lillian Rivers and Nanny Bell rushing towards her, she slammed and quickly double-locked the door with a heavy thud.
When she retreated, she noticed the door being pounded heavily and shaken.
"Vivian Sinclair, what are you doing? Open the door—"
"Vivian Sinclair! Vivian Sinclair—"
Vivian Sinclair finally found a moment to catch her breath.
She heard Lillian Rivers scold Nanny Bell, "Quick! Go find the key to this room!"
Nanny Bell ran away with heavy footsteps.
Austin Grant rushed over again.
"Vivian, what are you trying to do?"
"Come on, open the door for your husband. Can’t we just talk nicely?"
"Vivian, believe me, I really won’t hurt you, I’m your legally certified husband, aren’t we in this together? Everything I do is for your sake and for our little family, isn’t it?"
"Please open the door, I won’t hold tonight’s window climbing against you, open the door, okay?"
Austin Grant was still patiently trying to coax Vivien Sinclair to open the door, but she had already gotten his phone that he left hastily on the bedside.
She hesitated for a moment before trying Zoe Monroe’s birthday as the password.
Sure enough, the phone unlocked smoothly.
Vivian Sinclair opened WeChat and the first person she clicked on was Zoe Monroe.
She sent her location to Zoe Monroe, discovering she was in the west of Aerieside Villas.
Vivian Sinclair quickly pressed record for voice message: "Zoe Monroe, Austin Grant said he wants to live well from now on with our family of three. If there’s anything you still want to say, please come over and make it clear right away!"
After sending the voice message, Vivian Sinclair immediately dialed the emergency number.
"Hello, is this the police station? I want to report a crime! This is Aerieside Villa, someone is imprisoning a pregnant woman!"
"Bang—"
Hearing voices inside the room, perhaps Austin Grant had already guessed Vivian Sinclair’s real intentions, he began furiously kicking the door.
"Vivian Sinclair!"
"I’m giving you one last chance—"
"Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
Nanny Bell also came over with the keys.
But they quickly realized that the lock had been tampered with by Vivian Sinclair and now they couldn’t even insert the key.
Austin Grant angrily punched the door.
"Vivian, you truly are remarkable!"
"Very good, good indeed!"
Being repeatedly played by his wife made Austin Grant’s anger uncontrollable, he began to vent, furiously kicking the door.
"Nanny Bell, bring the axe!"
"Vivian Sinclair, let’s see where else you can escape to!"
Vivian Sinclair knew this door wouldn’t hold for long.
She looked at the broken window once again.
She was really exhausted, if she climbed through the window again, there’s a high possibility she’d fall downstairs.
By then, it’d truly be an event of one body and three lives lost!
Therefore, she had to think of another way to hide.
Vivian Sinclair muted Austin Grant’s phone and tossed it downstairs.
Then she squeezed into the only hiding place in the room—the wardrobe.
She placed a long coat in front of herself, then soon heard the sound of Austin Grant using the axe to pry open the door—
