After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 45: Vivian Is Rescued, and the Scumbag Husband Learns It Was an Abortion Potion!
Austin had just helped Zoe Monroe onto the sofa when he heard the commotion, and his face changed instantly.
He immediately jumped up, left Zoe behind, and rushed outside.
"Damn it! Vivian Sinclair, how dare you play me like this! If I don’t catch you today, I swear I’ll never be a man—"
Vivian finally seized the opportunity and ran out of the villa’s front gates.
She didn’t dare to sprint, mindful of the child growing inside her.
So she could only hurry along, one hand protectively clutching her belly.
But she knew Austin and the others would soon realize something was wrong, and it wouldn’t take long before they chased after her.
So Vivian didn’t dare stop, she could only wander aimlessly through the villa.
Beneath the storm, it was so black not even the streetlights were visible.
She could only hope she took enough turns, enough to truly lose Austin—enough that even he would lose her trail.
At last, she couldn’t bear it anymore and found a place under the eaves to crouch down.
She frantically wrenched the water out of her soaking clothes.
The apron atop her head was useless; now she was trembling all over, teeth chattering from the cold.
But she refused to give in, refused to let herself be toyed with in their hands and still lose the child.
But what did she have left?
At this desperate moment, she’d finally gotten hold of Austin’s phone but found she didn’t know who she could call for help.
The numbers she remembered were for her parents, her brother, her teacher, Austin’s...
Each of those people she’d believed would stay close to her for a lifetime had tossed her aside like a rag.
She’d thought she could keep the child, but tonight she wasn’t even sure she’d survive this time...
Maybe, dying wouldn’t be so bad.
After all, she didn’t even know her own origins.
She’d always been nothing but a rootless orphan, unnoticed by anyone. To have received two decades of love was already a rare blessing...
Vivian thought hazily, then slumped to the ground.
Just as she collapsed, two silhouettes came running toward her at full speed.
"Miss Sinclair! Miss Sinclair?"
"Oh God, it really is her! She feels like she’s burning up, so hot!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
"Quick, carry her to the car!"
Vivian could only vaguely see their shadows.
But she was certain it wasn’t Austin who’d found her.
Thank God.
Even in death, she didn’t want to die at that filthy man’s hands.
Still, why did their voices sound somewhat familiar?
Who were they?
Soon, Vivian was carried into the car.
She heard that familiar female voice say, "Sir, you’ll have to make do for now and let Miss Sinclair sit by your side."
"She’s completely soaked through, let’s get her out of these wet clothes first!"
"God, what happened to her? She’s suffered terribly. I just hope her baby is safe!"
"Come on, let’s get her to the hospital right away—"
Amid the chaos, Vivian heard a particularly deep voice, its tone like musical notes drifting into her mind, "Set the A/C to twenty-eight degrees."
Soon after, she felt a weight settle over her, as if something was being draped on top.
She felt endless warmth.
In that moment, she was powerless against her own instinct to greedily soak up that warmth, until her consciousness grew heavier and heavier.
Vivian sank into darkness...
"Master Julian, looks like someone’s searching for Miss Sinclair."
Special Assistant Linden was driving personally and saw in the distance a tall figure searching the rain with an umbrella, so he stomped on the brakes.
Julian Thorne sat in the back seat, his face expressionless, glanced out and commanded, "Drive over there."
Linden: ?
But that’s Miss Sinclair’s legal husband!
Still, since they’d already taken her away, there was no need to be polite.
Besides, Miss Sinclair had looked so terrible just now—it was as if she was at death’s door. Clearly, that President Grant hadn’t treated her well!
Miss Sinclair was the W that Master Julian had searched for painstakingly for three years!
She would be a revered guest of the Thorne Family in the future!
How dare the Grant Family abuse Miss Sinclair like this!
That Grant Family deserved to rot!
The car sped past Austin with a ’whoosh’, spraying water all over him.
Lina Holloway in the passenger seat pressed her face in alarm, thankful that Austin hadn’t seen who was inside the car.
Drenched in dirty water, the usually proud and lofty President Grant was now like a wet dog, and in the bleak darkness he lost sight of Vivian Sinclair altogether.
In rage, he violently threw down his umbrella, and had no choice but to pick up his mother Lillian Rivers’ phone, which he’d stuffed into his pocket and not yet returned.
He dialed a number, his voice icy: "Send people over to Aerieside Villa at once. Search for someone."
Just after he hung up, a text message came through on the phone.
"Mrs. Grant, remember that abortion medicine must only be taken once at most. If taken two or three times in a row, it will render the woman infertile for life!"
Reading this, Austin’s eyes widened suddenly, his gaze trembling with disbelief.
Though he’d only gotten wet in the rain, now Austin felt cold to the bone, as if he’d fallen into an ice cellar.
From head to toe, he was paralyzed.
He could only stare at those lines, as if he no longer recognized them, nor could he understand them.
His mother, hiding so much unsaid.
The truth she’d nearly spoken aloud.
He suddenly remembered the bowl of medicine he’d forced down Vivian’s throat.
The bowl he’d handed her himself, had actually been abortion medicine!!
Overnight, autumn rain had forced all of Ardis into winter.
In the blink of an eye, frost had settled on the window.
Vivian had just slid her fingers out the window to feel the first chill of winter when Lina Holloway burst in and dragged her back.
Lina shut the window, then drew the shawl closer around Vivian’s shoulders: "Miss Sinclair, you’ve only just recovered. If you catch cold again, you’ll really suffer."
"Listen to me, alright?"
Vivian could only gaze helplessly at Lina, who fussed over her like a child.
She’d been bedridden for five days and craved the freedom outside.
Lina blinked: "I know you’re frustrated, but we already drew blood today. Once the results are back and you’re completely well, you can go out for a walk. Okay?"
"But, still no voice today?"
Vivian shook her head, hand pressed to her throat.
She’d had a fever for two days and nights, and the medication made recovery slow.
Her fever had left her nearly voiceless, barely able to make a sound, but thanks to Lina and the Thorne Family’s medical team, they’d managed to save both babies in her belly.
But the medicine she’d drunk that day—even though she’d vomited it up—she had no idea how much of it her body had absorbed.
And with all the medications these days, no matter how careful they were, Vivian still feared for the babies’ health.
She didn’t care much about her voice; her greatest concern was for her babies: "How are my children?"
Vivian picked up her phone and typed out the question.
It was the only way she could communicate now.
Lina said, "For now, everything looks good."
"But only when you can do the full range of tests can we be truly sure."
"Miss Sinclair...do you really not intend to terminate these two babies?"
"Just in case...if your illness or the medications leave these children damaged in the future, you..."
It would be too late for regret then.
For both mother and child, that’s a lifelong pain.
Vivian’s pupils contracted fiercely.
"No, never!"
Her face pale, she typed those words quickly—but inside, her heart twisted in agony.
Vivian placed her hand over her belly, apprehension flooding her heart.
Seeing her like that, Lina didn’t know how to comfort her.
She could only say, "Our medical team is fully capable, and we can always arrange for private specialists. But...you should be prepared mentally."
The whole prenatal checkup process will involve more and more testing as the babies grow.
Anomaly scans, glucose tolerance, four-dimensional ultrasound, and later on, more fetal monitoring—every detail tracked closely.
If there was an abnormality in any test, Vivian would have to make a decision immediately.
This was Lina’s reminder to Vivian.
Watching Vivian so downcast, Lina’s heart ached for her.
"Miss Sinclair," since Special Assistant Linden’s advice, Lina changed how she addressed her, "Master Julian will be here in half an hour."
"He wants to speak to you in person."
Vivian nodded.
She knew she couldn’t run anymore.
And since Julian had rescued her again, she owed him an answer.
Half an hour later, Vivian’s bloodwork came back.
Her body had returned to normal; with a period of rest, her voice would also recover.
The results didn’t surprise Vivian. She knew she was much better—only the weight of worry over her children lingered.
After changing, wanting to look better, she wore a thick pumpkin-colored sweater and a long white skirt that swept her ankles.
Sitting on a wicker chair beneath the huge banyan in the garden, notebook and pen in hand, she quietly watched the leaves fall.
When footsteps sounded behind her, Vivian finally turned.
Julian Thorne was still dressed in black—a high-necked sweater under a long black coat.
His legs were long and straight, his stride swift, cutting through the wind as he came toward her.
So aloof, so elegant, he hardly seemed real.
Vivian nodded a greeting to Julian.
He stared at her for a moment before speaking: "I heard you lost your voice?"
"Still because of that Grant bastard."
"Miss Sinclair, you married the wrong man."
Julian sat opposite Vivian with calm composure, glancing at her belly.
Remembering that the children she almost gave her life for belonged to her husband, Julian refrained from saying more.
Vivian: ...
She tugged her clothes down awkwardly, thinking to herself: He’s brutally honest, cuts right to the bone.
Julian noticed her discomfort and paused.
Remembering he needed something from her, he changed the subject and asked directly, "Do you want me to be your protector?"
