After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 22: Vivian Blocks Her Scumbag Husband! The Scumbag Husband Flies Into a Rage!

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Vivian Blocks Her Scumbag Husband! The Scumbag Husband Flies Into a Rage!

"Uncle Greenshire, I... I wouldn’t dare disturb you."

Greenshire sighed when he heard that. "Silly child."

"All these years, are you still sulking with your teacher?"

"Even if you are, does that mean you ignore all us old folks too?"

Vivian: "No, I wouldn’t dare."

Greenshire: "Since you’re already here, come meet me at the café in the office area behind the exhibition hall. It’s been years since we’ve met."

Vivian had no choice but to get out of the car again.

She stood in front of the car for a long while, steadying her mood after some self-adjustment, and only then walked toward the gallery.

Coincidentally, there were some questions she did want to ask Uncle Greenshire.

Why had her painting appeared here at Uncle Greenshire’s gallery?

After she left, Julian Thorne quickly got the news.

"Master Julian, that Young Madam Grant went to the back area of the exhibition again."

Julian hung up the phone, his eyes landing on the tiger painting standing atop a thousand mountains, gazing at the deep blue sea.

This painting absolutely didn’t feel like something a woman who’d been immersed in wealthy circles all her life could have created.

Could it be... he was really mistaken?

Yet the fluent and knowledgeable figure who spoke so well about art had made Julian absolutely certain—she must paint too!

And what a coincidence.

W, ’Wei’—Vivian.

Could it truly be just a coincidence?

Lina Holloway: "Mr. Thorne, maybe it really is just a misunderstanding?"

"I’ve never seen any studio at Young Madam’s home. Never seen her with a paintbrush. There’s hardly any art hanging in the house, either."

"She doesn’t seem like a painter at all."

"Besides, as her husband, President Grant couldn’t possibly be clueless, right? There’s no way he’d not notice anything, especially if he was willing to pay a premium for W’s paintings."

"Even he insists that W is really just some rough big fellow."

Julian: "There’s another possibility."

Special Assistant Linden: "What do you mean, Master Julian...?"

Julian: "Grant’s blind."

Meanwhile, inside the gallery—

Austin Grant tried dialing Vivian Sinclair’s number again, but all he got was a busy tone.

He frowned, then sent Vivian a WeChat message.

Only when a huge red exclamation mark popped up did he realize—Vivian had blocked him!

Austin gripped his phone, nearly crushing it out of shape.

Zoe Monroe watched, half amused. "Are you actually jealous?"

There was a glint of mockery in her eyes, though she looked a little aggrieved on her face.

"Austin, maybe you should go look for her yourself and explain things?"

"She’s pregnant, after all. I really don’t want anything to happen to our baby."

Just then, Nicholas Chamberlain, who’d been searching for two rounds already, came quietly over. "President, I didn’t see Madam anywhere. She may have left already."

The gallery for this exhibition wasn’t small.

The crowd was scattered all over, ambling leisurely, which was why Austin Grant had dared to openly flirt with Zoe Monroe right in public just now.

He’d never thought Vivian Sinclair would coincidentally bump into him here.

He simply assumed she’d left at the start, seeing as she never really liked exhibitions anyway.

But she absolutely shouldn’t have blocked him!

"Looks like I’ve really spoiled her."

He thought, if he soothed her, would Vivian really dare put on airs in front of him?

Austin let out a cold laugh, deciding to give Vivian the cold shoulder for a few days. She’d been far too arrogant lately, always acting as if he owed her something!

He wanted to see, in this Grant Family, just who really calls the shots!

Zoe Monroe was secretly delighted, but a flicker of worry lingered. "Isn’t that a bit much? The baby really shouldn’t suffer because of her moods."

"Austin, maybe just put up with her and comfort her a bit more?"

"Just a few months left, I want a clever, sweet, well-behaved baby, not one affected by bad emotions."

Austin’s voice was icy: "She better not!"

"If anything happens to the baby because of her, I’ll never forgive her!"

Nicholas Chamberlain, who’d just stepped aside, walked back over holding his phone.

"President, Master Greenshire’s studio said... they’re not selling that W painting."

Zoe Monroe: "Not selling?"

"Weren’t all the paintings at this exhibition up for sale and supposed to be donated to the mountain children? How come they’re suddenly refusing?"

Austin Grant’s mood soured even further.

First Vivian Sinclair, growing bolder and more rebellious by the day.

Now, after finally seeing a W painting in person, they’re not selling either?

"I want to see Master Greenshire!"

Nicholas Chamberlain looked troubled: "Master Greenshire has company, so there’s no time to fit you in today." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Austin checked his watch.

"Now. Immediately!"

"I only need ten minutes."

Whether for business or personal reasons, Austin was determined to see Greenshire today.

The painting, he must buy!

The deal, he must close!

He quickly thought of Old Madam Grant.

The exhibition ticket in Vivian’s hand had come from Grandma.

And Grandma had dealings with this Greenshire!

Austin strode toward the rear of the gallery: "I’ve got a way. I will meet Greenshire no matter what."

Vivian sat in the café for a while before hearing footsteps approach.

She looked up and, seeing who it was, immediately put her book down and stood up.

"Uncle Greenshire, long time no see."

Aaron Shields wore his usual long, silver hair, tied in a low ponytail.

His Zhongshan suit was his trademark attire.

Though nearing seventy, his vitality was closer to that of someone in their fifties.

Every gesture exuded cultured grace—you could tell he was an art master at a glance.

Greenshire gave Vivian a careful once-over.

"Vivian, it’s been so long. You look... changed, somehow?"

"I saw online you smashed a jewelry store, and the news said you’re pregnant?"

Vivian replied: "That’s right, Uncle Greenshire. I must’ve disappointed you, huh?"

Greenshire: "Life’s path is like this, there is never just one true way."

"What I regret is that you didn’t become the person we all hoped you’d be."

Vivian said nothing.

Because she herself also regretted it.

Greenshire saw she was drinking juice and felt slightly relieved.

But there was still softness in his eyes. "Seems like you’ve had a rough few years."

"Ah... Back then, we two teachers fought over you, and now look how things turned out!"

"You still haven’t let go?"

Vivian smiled and shook her head.

"It’s long behind me, Uncle Greenshire."

"Weren’t you the one who moved to Stellara? How’s your health these days?"

After some chatting, Vivian finally brought up the painting.

"Why is my painting here with you?"

Greenshire: "Your teacher gave it to me."

"She said this painting of yours shouldn’t be left hidden, that it should be seen so people remember there was a W, once a genius painter."

"So she specially arranged for it to be sent back and hoped it would shine as it should at the exhibition."

"Did you know someone’s already trying to buy it?"

"They offered a million. I refused."

"Because it’s your painting, so whether to sell or not, I wanted your permission first."

Vivian lowered her head in shame.

"I embarrassed my teacher."

"I didn’t realize she was the one who brought it back for me."

Greenshire: "Vivian, what happened a year ago?"

"Why did you suddenly stop painting?"

"The gossip in the community is that there’ll never be another W. Your teacher may be in Yvria, but she’s truly worried sick."

Vivian nervously gripped the edge of her dress in her lap: "Sorry, Uncle Greenshire, I’d rather not talk about it."

"But I did disgrace my teacher, which is why I swore off painting."

"I just never thought this painting would, somehow, end up with my teacher... I, I feel ashamed."

"And I didn’t expect my teacher would even think so highly of this painting. Maybe... it’s not as terrible as I thought."

Greenshire sighed: "Silly girl, if you don’t want to talk, we won’t talk about it. But you shouldn’t look down on yourself."

"Remember, you’re Master Fiona’s star pupil, her pride, and the one she cares about most in her heart."

"To your teacher, this painting is priceless."

Vivian thought of her early years with her teacher, and her eyes reddened.

Back then, the Sinclair Family never allowed her to paint, so she always did it in secret.

One day, on a whim, she sent her art to a contest, and inadvertently rocked the art world.

She was only a seventh grader then, having just turned thirteen.

Soon, a crowd of art experts flocked to the school, seeking her out.

They all vied to be her teacher, and Vivian immediately noticed Fiona Rhodes standing out among the group.

"Can you be my teacher?"

Thus began their mentorship.

Fiona cherished Vivian dearly.

Once she figured out Vivian’s talent, she taught her everything, sparing nothing.

How to draw; how to paint.

At first, she even held Vivian’s hand from behind, guiding her stroke by stroke, personally showing her how to make every detail vivid and true to the spirit.

To Vivian, Fiona was another mother.

But it was this mother who, in Vivian’s second year of high school, became the first person to abandon her...

It became the deepest scar of Vivian’s youth.

Vivian put those memories away and stood up to say goodbye.

"Uncle Greenshire, please thank my teacher for me—and ask after her health."

Vivian was about to leave when Greenshire received another call.

After listening, he immediately called Vivian to stop.

"Wait, Vivian."

"Someone just called wanting to buy your painting."

"He said, no matter what price anyone else offers, he’ll pay double."

"That is, he’s now willing to pay two million."

"Vivian, do you want to sell this painting? Or I can return it to you."

Vivian: "Sell it. Highest bidder. And please donate the money to the kids in the mountain villages."

Vivian nodded, bid Greenshire goodbye, then left the café.

She hadn’t expected to bump straight into the hurried Austin Grant.

"Vivian?"

"Why are you here?"

Greenshire, who hadn’t finished talking, hurried after Vivian.

Seeing Greenshire, Austin’s gaze flicked back and forth between the two.

"Wait—do you two know each other?"