Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce-Chapter 131: Victoria Sinclair Is Pregnant

Under Angela Austin’s questioning, Victoria Sinclair no longer hides the truth.

"Your brother drugged me on the night I was helping him revise his thesis, and sent some photos to Eugene, making him misunderstand me for two years."

Angela’s face turned grim, and she clenched her fist, striking Nathan without hesitation: "Damn, you bastard, repaying kindness with betrayal! I asked my best friend to help you with your thesis, and you repay her like this?"

Nathan was hit hard and fell out of his seat, hurriedly getting up to dodge outside, "Sister, calm down, are you crazy?"

Angela’s eyes reddened, her voice choked, as her fists rained down, "I don’t have a brother like you. When I introduced my best friend to you, you said you didn’t like her. Now, when she’s about to get married, you harm her like this. No wonder Eugene has been so cold to her for two years, it was your doing."

Nathan retreated repeatedly as he was beaten, finally escaping the cafe, with Angela grabbing a vase and smashing it hard.

The vase shattered, she went to the counter to pay for the damage.

Victoria Sinclair became more and more downcast, her head lowered as she looked at the coffee in front of her, feeling blocked and uncomfortable inside.

She never wanted to tell Angela, fearing she’d blame herself and it would affect their sibling relationship.

But now Angela was so determined to match her with Nathan, she had no choice but to speak.

In an instant, Angela returned to her seat, her clear eyes filled with tears, biting her lower lip in restraint, her face full of guilt.

Victoria gently held her hand, comforting her: "It’s not your fault, it’s not your responsibility."

This consolation made Angela break down instantly, lowering her head onto the table, crying openly, her shoulders shaking, her voice sobbing: "I’m sorry, Victoria, I failed you, I harmed you. If it wasn’t for asking you to help that bastard, Eugene wouldn’t have ignored you for two years, your marriage wouldn’t have come to an end..."

Victoria forced a bitter smile, "Angela, I divorced Eugene not because of this matter, mainly because of his father."

"It’s my fault." Angela looked up, her eyes swollen and wet, apologetically saying: "Let’s go explain to Eugene, let’s go right now and explain..."

Victoria pressed her hand down, her demeanor calm and collected: "He already knows."

Angela wiped away her tears with both hands, puzzled: "Why not remarry when he obviously likes you so much?"

Victoria shook her head resignedly.

"Can’t you give him another chance?" Angela asked, perplexed.

Victoria sighed softly, her tone heavy, pressing her increasingly painful stomach, "The Vaughn Family, apart from his grandmother liking me, none of them do, especially his father. To force us to divorce, he stole virus monkeys to threaten me, it’s a threat to my life!"

"I know, but..." Angela started and then paused.

Because nothing is more important than life, such a father-in-law is indeed terrifying.

"Eugene and I are already divorced." Victoria lowered her head, playing with the corner of her clothes with both hands: "Harold Vaughn is still worried we might remarry, he specifically found me and gave me a sum of money. If I didn’t take his money, he’d definitely think I still want to reconcile with Eugene. To dispel his concerns, I accepted it."

"You did the right thing." Angela said sincerely: "If you don’t take his money, a suspicious old man like him would surely think you harbor intentions of reuniting, who knows how he would deal with you then."

Victoria took a deep breath, pursing her lips into a faint smile as she looked at Angela, pretending calmness, "Eugene and I, it’s never going to happen again."

Angela’s eyes reddened again, seeing Victoria’s pretense of calmness hurt so much it almost shattered her.

At this moment, she was filled with unresolvable guilt.

Victoria Sinclair chatted with Angela for a long time at the cafe, then went shopping together, and ate some delicacies.

They each took the subway home.

On the way, Victoria was tormented by stomach pain, unable to bear it, she went to the hospital’s gastroenterology department.

"Doctor, please prescribe me some stomach medicine, I’ve been very uncomfortable these days."

The doctor shook his head after reading the blood test report, "I can’t prescribe medicine, you might be pregnant. Go to the obstetrics and gynecology department for a check-up."

Victoria felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in shock, staring at the doctor incredulously.

"Has your period not come for a long time?"

"Last month it didn’t come, this month only a little."

"Then go to obstetrics and gynecology quickly; this time it might not be a period, but signs of a miscarriage."

Victoria immediately transferred over to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

An hour later.

She emerged from the hospital with test results and prenatal medicine, as if her soul had left her, sitting on a long bench outside the hospital square.

The setting sun cast its light on her pale face.

She was at a loss, staring at the report in her hand, her heart in turmoil.

It turns out she’s already over two months pregnant, with signs of miscarriage due to overwork, the doctor demanded she rest for a month.

Should she tell Eugene?

Victoria took out her phone from her bag, hesitating when she turned on the screen.

Eugene is already engaged, he has his own marriage partner, telling him this now might cause unimaginable trouble.

Actually, she could raise the child on her own.

She didn’t make the call, instead she searched online for reports about Eugene’s engagement.

Major media platforms reported on the Vaughn Family and The Miller Family’s alliance, and their company’s stocks soared.

This was no longer a simple alliance, but a rise to corporate interest.

She absolutely could not intervene, not even with a child.

Victoria decided not to tell Eugene, and to raise the child alone.

She left the hospital, went to a restaurant outside for dinner, then took the subway home.

Out of the subway exit, the night was deep.

Her apartment was quite far from the subway exit, the quiet pedestrian path bordered by dense shrubs, with dim streetlamp light.

After walking a long way, Victoria felt someone constantly following her.

She tightly gripped her backpack, walking faster and faster, and at the instant of turning a corner, she sneakily glanced back.

A slightly overweight bald man was trailing behind her.

Her pace quickened, and the man also picked up his pace.

Which made her even more certain the man behind was stalking her.

Her apartment had no main door lock, and the elevators were public.

Neither people nor shops were in sight.

Victoria took out her phone, her hands trembling.

She placed the phone to her ear, purposely speaking loudly: "Hello, honey, are you already out to pick me up? I’m almost there, I see you..."

Saying this, Victoria quickly ran forward.

The man behind her also started running.

Suddenly, a painful groan from a man echoed.

Victoria, panting, looked back while running, and upon seeing the scene behind her, she stopped.

Her breathing was erratic, her chest heaving, heart pounding wildly, cold sweat still beading on her forehead.

But now, she was no longer as scared.

The man stalking her was already knocked to the ground, constantly moaning.

The familiar figure was fiercely pummeling the man.

He was enveloped in a terrifying aura, showing no signs of stopping.

"Eugene..." Victoria called out to him.

She was truly afraid Eugene might accidentally kill the man.

Eugene stopped, slowly straightening up, kicked the man hard, fiercely warning: "If there’s a next time, I’ll kill you."

The man painfully got up, clutching his aching abdomen, bending over and staggering away.

Eugene looked in the direction where the man had left, clenching his fist without moving.

Victoria watched Eugene’s back, her eyes inexplicably wet, and her hand unconsciously touched her abdomen.

They hadn’t seen each other for two months.

Did he pass by by coincidence, or had he always been there?

The cool breeze brushed the tender leaves on the spring buds of the trees, the air shrouded in a layer of gloomy haze.

They were only a few meters apart, yet it felt like a distance of several light years.

Eugene turned around, his handsome features revealing a faint melancholy, his deep eyes expressing an irreconcilable silence.

Their eyes met, yet neither took the step forward towards the other.

Just quietly watching, time passed bit by bit, with no result in sight.

Victoria’s heart ached faintly, her stomach spasming again, deep breaths couldn’t alleviate her current discomfort, her lips moved slightly: "Thank you."

Regardless of whether he could hear, she thanked him and turned to walk towards the apartment.

Perhaps it’s the pregnancy hormones affecting her emotions, tears kept rolling in her eyes.

She entered the apartment and opened the window to look down.

Eugene was still standing there, looking up in the direction of her apartment.

She clutched her aching stomach, took her medication, and curled up on the sofa, shedding tears.

The next day.

Victoria requested a week’s leave from her laboratory supervisor.

The doctor advised her to rest for a month, but she didn’t have that much free time, so she only gave herself a week to protect the pregnancy.

During this week, she hardly went out.

She ordered groceries and cooked meals using an app, tipping the delivery guys to take out the trash.

She took her medication for the pregnancy on time, rested in bed, refrained from doing chores, taking care of herself.

She felt her stomach no longer hurt, there was no more bleeding, and her body felt comfortable, so she ended her week-long leave and returned to work at the lab.

Just as she reached the entrance of the research institute, Vivian came towards her.

Before she could react, the other party slapped her directly across the cheek.

"Slap." The crisp sound of the slap was exceptionally loud.

She was startled, covering her burning cheek, the pain was numb and swelling, her ears buzzing.

Passersby stopped to watch the scene unfold.

Vivian, now Eugene’s fiancée, no longer pretended to be warm and cheerful in front of her, glaring viciously at Victoria, word by word warning: "Victoria Sinclair, Eugene is now my fiancé. If you keep clinging onto him, I definitely won’t let you off."

Victoria exhaled lightly, lowered her hand, and stared at her with extreme calm: "I haven’t seen Eugene for two months. How am I clinging to him?"

Vivian snorted coldly, squinting her cold eyes, each word spoken with resentment: "Two months of not seeing him? Who are you fooling? He almost comes to see you every night. Do you think I don’t know?"

Victoria was stunned.

Come to see her every night? Apart from that night she was followed, she had never seen Eugene.

By now, the crowd surrounding them was growing.

Vivian saw this and said to the onlookers: "Victoria Sinclair is an employee of your company, right? She’s interfering in relationships, seducing other’s fiancés. This kind of mistress lacks even the most basic moral character. How dare you hire such a woman?"

The crowd pointed and whispered.

Vivian pointed at Victoria: "Victoria Sinclair, if I find out there’s a next time, it won’t just be a slap."

Victoria said nothing, taking out her phone and directly dialing the police number 110.

She reported to the police in Vivian’s presence.

Vivian was dumbfounded, furiously knocking the phone out of her hand and grabbing her arm, yelling: "You shameless homewrecker, what right do you have to call the police? You’re a pharmaceutical scientist, right? Let’s go talk to your supervisor."

Professor Mo heard that Victoria was being stopped outside the company and quickly rushed out, pulling Victoria away from Vivian and shielding her behind, "Miss, Victoria’s not feeling well. She just returned from her leave today. I’m her supervisor. You can talk to me about it."

Taking the chance while Professor Mo was blocking in front, Victoria picked up her phone and turned on the recording function.

Vivian cursed her in front of Professor Mo, saying all sorts of unpleasant things.

Professor Mo kept soothing Vivian’s emotions, saying he would clarify the situation and give her an explanation.

Vivian was relentless, "As far as I know, this is a state-owned joint venture company. Do employees here not need to go through moral review and background checks?"

Professor Mo was unable to do anything and turned to ask Victoria, "Victoria, it’s necessary to clarify this matter to Miss Miller, don’t let her misunderstand."

"There’s no misunderstanding." Vivian yelled angrily when she saw the supervisor was siding with Victoria.

Victoria touched her still slightly burning cheek, "Professor Mo, I’ll handle this matter, don’t worry."

Her calmness left everyone at the scene confused.

Shortly, the police arrived.

Vivian was defiant, completely oblivious to the problem.

"Who called the police?" the officer asked.

Victoria responded, "I called the police. I was attacked and need a forensic examination."

At this moment, Vivian was a bit flustered.

She had reacted out of anger, forgetting that Victoria, who seemed weak and easy to bully, was actually tough.

Both were taken to the police station.

Victoria immediately went for an injury assessment and hired a lawyer to sue Vivian for intentional harm, defamation, and insults among several charges.

Victoria had soft tissue bruises on her face, not severe, but she refused to issue a forgiveness letter or withdraw the lawsuit, demanding legal handling.

Vivian panicked, calling her parents.

Half an hour later.

Mr. and Mrs. Miller arrived with two top-tier lawyers.

There was also Harold Vaughn and his wife Catherine Ingram.

Victoria sat on a bench in the police station hall, watching Vivian gather a large group to support her.

As they entered, Vivian rushed over to cry to her parents and prospective in-laws, saying that Victoria had always been seducing Eugene, entwined with him.

Crying ever so sorrowfully.

Victoria clearly saw the frightful look Harold Vaughn cast towards her, making her skin crawl.

Harold Vaughn a拨led, "Vivian’s in trouble, the police station in the west district, come over."

The other end was Eugene Vaughn, who directly refused.

"Victoria Sinclair is also here." Harold Vaughn said, and the phone was likely hung up.

He pocketed the phone and approached Victoria, his tone cold, his icy eyes: "Miss Sinclair, you’ve taken the money, yet you play tricks behind my back, you really are something!"

Not wanting to affect the pregnancy, Victoria calmly spoke, "Mr. Vaughn, I will sue Vivian Miller for defamation and insults. Whether right or wrong, the judge will naturally clear my name."

"I won’t give you the chance to sue." Harold Vaughn said sternly, "When Eugene arrives, I’ll know if you lied to me."

Victoria’s heart fluttered nervously, swallowing hard, "With what I know about Eugene Vaughn, I suggest you best not let him know about this."

"Afraid?" Harold Vaughn seemed more convinced she was lying.

Victoria said lightly, "I’m afraid of things getting out of control."