After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 112: Is Sir Really Going to Be a Stepfather? Master Julian Is Seriously Injured!

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Is Sir Really Going to Be a Stepfather? Master Julian Is Seriously Injured!

"It’s over, it’s over, that’s how it goes in all those novels. Otherwise, how did she get out so smoothly tonight?"

"I’ve seen all those plot twists with fake and real heiresses in the novels too."

"After all the trouble we went through to finally appreciate and understand each other, I really hope she isn’t being forced into a corner because of me and has to go find some rich patron."

"Even her brother couldn’t do anything, and suddenly a big shot appeared whose identity even her brother couldn’t figure out."

"And now Vivian’s even saved this person’s contact as ’Big Debtor’, isn’t that telling enough?"

"What am I supposed to do!?"

"No way, I absolutely can’t let Vivian Sinclair fall into the hands of those powerful people. I have to pull her out of this!"

The more Catherine thought about it, the deeper her frown grew, and deep down she’d already resolved: if things got too bad, she’d go back to The Sinclair Family herself to help Vivian out, even if it meant sacrificing herself.

Up ahead, Patrick Powell: ...

He honestly couldn’t help it, and was afraid Catherine really would do something absurd and end up causing trouble for the boss, so he quickly said, "Miss Sinclair, I suggest you uninstall the novel-reading apps on your phone first."

Catherine: "Why?"

Patrick: "Because with the boss, those forced drama plots are probably not going to happen."

Even though Mr. Thorne was definitely the most powerful figure in all of Ardis, Patrick could tell, Mr. Thorne had a lot of respect for the boss.

And every time he helped out, he never revealed his own identity.

To the point that even now, nobody in Ardis knows how close the boss is with The Thorne Family.

Which means Mr. Thorne is playing the long game, step by step.

On the other side, the moment Vivian got in the car, she met a pair of deep, bottomless eyes.

"Looks like you had quite the time these past few days while I was gone, Miss Sinclair?"

Julian Thorne may have looked a bit drained, but his tone was still sharp as ever.

"I’d say Mr. Thorne’s been plenty involved himself."

In the dark, Julian suddenly leaned closer, "So this is how you thank me, Miss Sinclair?"

As soon as he spoke, his head dropped, resting against Vivian’s shoulder and neck.

Vivian jumped in surprise, completely frozen.

He—why did he suddenly...?

But Vivian quickly noticed something was off with Julian Thorne.

"Mr. Thorne?"

"Mr. Thorne?"

"Julian!?"

Vivian realized she couldn’t wake Julian no matter how she called out. She reached out to lift his head, but the instant she touched his forehead, she discovered the problem.

Julian Thorne had a fever!

His forehead was burning like a furnace!

Was he passed out from the fever?

Vivian instantly looked up at Leo Linden in the front seat: "Is Master Julian sick?"

Leo sighed helplessly, "Yes. Well... not exactly."

"Actually, Master Julian’s been injured."

Vivian’s heart skipped, "Where is he hurt? Did something happen to him?"

"And if he’s sick, why is he running around out here?"

Her tone, without realizing it, held a touch of worry and anxiety.

Leo definitely noticed, which at least made him feel a little reassured: all of Master Julian’s efforts weren’t in vain.

Leo: "Master Julian ran into some trouble abroad."

"When he got back and found out you’d been taken, Miss Sinclair, he insisted on picking you up himself, no matter how bad he felt."

"If he hadn’t been too weak to even stand at first, Master Julian would’ve probably gone straight to the police station."

"At least now that you’re safe, he can relax."

"Miss Sinclair, Master Julian really cares about you. Would you mind coming to Crestfall Villa for a couple days to look after him?"

Even though Crestfall Villa is packed with medical teams.

But Vivian didn’t refuse Leo’s request.

"Okay."

I owe him anyway; taking care of him isn’t a problem.

Besides, most of the things on my end are settled, so returning to Crestfall Villa was already part of the plan.

Vivian didn’t try to push Julian away—instead, she urged Louie, the driver, "Drive a little faster."

Leo thought to himself: Master Julian, when you wake up, please don’t blame me for chatting too much.

Before long, the motorcade rolled back toward Crestfall Villa.

The happiest at Vivian’s return was Stella Thorne.

"Sister Sinclair—"

Stella, who’d been sulking, instantly brightened at the sight of Vivian and rushed over.

If Lina Holloway hadn’t blocked her, Vivian would’ve ended up tackled to the floor.

Once Stella wasn’t at risk of barreling into anyone, Lina let go and reminded her, "Miss, you have to be gentle. Sister Sinclair has a baby in her tummy. If you run into her too hard, you’ll squish the little bean."

Stella’s mouth dropped open wide enough to swallow a hard-boiled egg.

She stared in disbelief at Vivian’s belly: "Really?"

"A baby?"

"I-I get to be an aunt now?"

"Sister Sinclair, that’s amazing..."

Her pretty eyes were suddenly full of stars—literally sparkling.

Vivian smiled softly, "Yep, I’ve got a baby in my belly—but you’ll always be my big baby, Stella."

Stella’s cheeks instantly turned red; she was suddenly shy.

Lina Holloway looked on, clicking her tongue: If Miss Sinclair is willing, she really knows how to sweet-talk people, huh.

Vivian mused: Never mind aunt, you’re actually already a godmother.

But that secret, The Thorne Family must never know.

Julian Thorne was carried straight from the elevator passage to his bedroom.

The doctors were already waiting, and as soon as he was back, professional staff rushed in to take care of him.

Vivian went ahead and asked for a bite to eat.

With Vivian coming home, the Thorne kitchen, under Matron Turner’s direction, had been preparing all evening.

Every dish was something Vivian loved.

Vivian was surprised to see such familiar food on the table—turns out Matron Turner had been quietly noting down her tastes all along.

But pregnant cravings are fickle; Vivian barely tried a few bites before turning to vomit.

Afraid Matron Turner would misunderstand, Vivian wiped her mouth and hurried to explain, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

"I have no idea why; just a few days ago I loved this stuff, but now..."

"I’m sorry."

The fact that everyone worked so hard preparing, and she couldn’t even enjoy it properly—Vivian felt guilty.

Matron Turner just smiled, "No need to apologize, Miss Sinclair."

"I’ve been through it—I know how it is for pregnant women."

"Even though I didn’t get morning sickness myself, when Madam was carrying Julian, she started puking at six weeks and didn’t stop until she was six months along."

"Loved one thing today, hated it tomorrow and puked her guts out."

"That’s the burden of being a mother."

"Why would I blame you?"

"We’ll just skip these dishes tomorrow; we’ll find something you can eat that’ll taste good to you."

Matron Turner’s patience and understanding struck a deep chord in Vivian; she realized that’s what warmth feels like.

Once she’d had her fill, Vivian headed up to the third floor.

Butler Turner was just seeing Jason out.

"There’s some signs of infection around the wound in the left shoulder."

"If that bullet had gone a little further over, it would’ve hit the nerve—the consequences would’ve been bad..."

Butler Turner saw Vivian coming and instantly signaled Jason with a glance.

Jason didn’t finish his sentence.

Vivian pretended not to hear, and walked up to ask, "Is there anything I can do?"

Truman stared at her, saying nothing.

The fact that Mr. Thorne risked his health just to go out for Vivian had already made Truman uneasy; now with Leo bringing Vivian home without permission, Truman was even less pleased.

Even if Miss Sinclair was W, and her presence did brighten Stella’s mood...

Mr. Thorne, on the other hand, was definitely not better off.

He kept letting these unnecessary relationships tie him down, even intervening in Miss Sinclair’s personal matters again and again!

How could anyone claim Mr. Thorne had no ulterior motive?

And yes, Miss Sinclair was drop-dead gorgeous, and as gifted as she was, she was also The Grant Family’s Young Madam!

Now that The Grant Family was on shaky ground, getting caught up with them could only mean trouble.

And even more, Miss Sinclair was pregnant.

Did Mr. Thorne really plan on being a stepdad?

If Miss Sinclair had just come around as W to tutor Stella, it’d be fine. No need to drag Mr. Thorne into everything—then he wouldn’t be dealing with all these headaches!

Truman said nothing, and left with Jason.

Vivian picked up on Butler Turner’s coldness and a faint hint of hostility toward her.

She shrugged.

Whatever. All these unexplained attitudes—who cares?

She only owed Julian Thorne, not Truman’s opinions.

Vivian went straight to Julian’s room, and the servants looking after him immediately got up: "Miss Sinclair."

Vivian: "Don’t mind me. I’ll just check on Mr. Thorne."

Vivian saw Julian lying there with an IV, his upper body exposed, especially his left shoulder wrapped thickly in bandages.

Thinking of what Truman and Jason had said earlier, she already knew the answer.

Gunshot wound.

So that ’bang’ she’d heard over the phone last time wasn’t fireworks at all?

It was a gunshot!

And she’d still bothered him over her teacher’s situation right afterward—she wondered if his injury had anything to do with her call.

The thought made Vivian’s guilt even stronger.

All this time, Julian Thorne had only ever treated her well.

Always reaching out for her, time after time.

Even if he’d wished she’d focus more on Stella, how could anyone remain unmoved?

Besides, he’s a man of incredible drive and charisma!

Decisive, forceful, clear about what he loves and hates.

And his looks—he’s a total standout.

Just on face and physique, he blows models out of the water.

This kind of man—resolute, gifted, magnetic—Vivian felt so lucky that he was the real father of the babies in her belly.

With such outstanding genes, plus hers which weren’t bad either, their babies’ future was full of endless hope.

In a blink, the babies growing inside her were nearly sixteen weeks along.

She’d be going for a prenatal check in a few days; the thought softened her gaze.

"Is this what fate’s given me?"

Vivian gradually came to terms with it in her heart.

She was even a little grateful she hadn’t gotten pregnant with Austin Grant’s child after all.

A man like that didn’t deserve to be the father of her child.

Even if Julian Thorne couldn’t ever acknowledge his paternity... at least this was a secret she no longer felt regret about.

Vivian stayed by his side for a while, and when the servants finished tidying up, they all left quietly.

"Hey, wait—"

Vivian wondered, isn’t anyone staying to watch over him? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But the servants scattered faster than rabbits, all terrified of ending up like that last maid—dreaming of Mr. Thorne and losing their jobs for it.

Mr. Thorne might be tempting, but a job this good?—even harder to come by!

Just then, Julian started mumbling something under his breath.

Vivian hurried closer: "What are you saying?"