After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 58: First Love’s Suicide! Mother-in-Law Sets Fire!

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: First Love’s Suicide! Mother-in-Law Sets Fire!

The next day.

Early in the morning, Vivian Sinclair came downstairs and saw Austin Grant already at the dining table of the small villa.

Grandmother smiled warmly as she watched Vivian approach, and Vivian could only brace herself to take a seat.

Austin immediately brought Vivian a glass of milk: "Honey, what would you like to eat?"

The table was filled with a variety of breakfast dishes, dazzling Vivian’s eyes.

Vivian: "No..." Before she could finish the word, Old Madam Grant shot her a resentful glance.

Vivian hastily retracted her comment, awkwardly saying two words: "Dumplings."

Yet Grandmother continued to stare, forcing Vivian to add, "Thank you."

Austin picked out one of each type of dumpling — large, small, meat, and vegetable, and placed them in front of Vivian.

"This is what I should do."

"As long as you and the babies are safe and healthy, that’s all that matters."

Seeing the gentle tenderness reappear on his face, Vivian had only one thought: What is he plotting against me now?

It seemed that staying at the Grant family manor even for a single extra day was impossible.

After forcing herself to eat two dumplings, Vivian lost her appetite.

She proactively pushed Old Madam Grant’s wheelchair, saying, "Grandmother, shall we go for a walk?"

Old Madam Grant hadn’t been out for quite some days, so she pulled Vivian and Austin’s hands together: "Alright, then you two accompany me."

Vivian did not refuse to withdraw her hand immediately, and seeing this, Austin’s mood inexplicably improved as well.

He lowered his gaze to look at this quiet Vivian, and the restlessness in his heart gradually settled.

The three of them walked in the garden for a bit. Austin, who had been courteous and attentive, suddenly became a bit off after receiving a phone call.

Old Madam Grant reached out and took his phone away.

"Today, your task is to accompany me and Vivian, and nothing else shall disturb you!"

After saying this sternly, she threw the phone to Mrs. Archer.

"Take it away!"

Austin was quite helpless: "Grandmother, it’s just some work-related issues."

"As you know, the company just went public, and we’re constantly facing major issues. The stock market wasn’t stable before, and it still hasn’t fully recovered."

"Grandmother, could you please give your grandson some time to handle business affairs?"

Old Madam Grant remained unmoved this time.

Vivian suddenly spoke up: "Grandmother, I’ll accompany you for a walk over there. Let’s give him ten minutes. If he doesn’t come back in ten minutes, shall we just ignore him, alright?"

Hearing Vivian say this, Old Madam Grant was even happier and more pleased that Vivian could speak up for Austin.

Reluctantly, she instructed Mrs. Archer to return the phone to Austin.

Austin looked at Vivian with deep gratitude and took the phone to another side.

Seeing his anxious demeanor, Vivian was well aware: Was it really work-related? Surely it was Zoe Monroe calling to make a scene.

Of course, this call was deliberately provoked by Vivian.

Vivian didn’t do much.

Just deliberately used Patrick Powell to leak out to Zoe, through a fake account that had befriended her, about her being taken back to the main house.

Zoe believed it because Patrick posed as a maid in the Grant family named ’Jade.’

Each time Jade would intentionally leak some information to Zoe and greedily ask for some rewards in return.

Zoe thought, in this world, the most reliable and secure relationship is one where money is exchanged.

So every time Jade’s information was accompanied by solid evidence, Zoe believed it without a doubt.

This time, Austin didn’t inform Zoe about this situation immediately.

So, if nothing went unexpected, Zoe should be venting her emotions to Austin right now.

And with the photo of Austin carrying Vivian back to the main house last night added in, Zoe certainly would not be easily appeased.

Vivian tilted her ear slightly and could even faintly hear Austin’s gentle coaxing voice.

But that voice gradually became impatient.

Finally, it suddenly raised up: "What exactly do you want!?"

Vivian refrained from turning back.

Mrs. Archer suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Old Madam, something’s wrong. The young master has left!"

Old Madam Grant turned to see Austin’s retreating figure rapidly disappearing, angrily shouting: "Austin Grant, stop right there—! Are you trying to infuriate me to death?"

Austin, however, hurried off without turning back once.

Just then, Vivian received a message from Patrick Powell: "Boss, Zoe Monroe’s father came and extorted her again."

"She just made a call and is now on the rooftop."

Could it be that Zoe Monroe intends to commit suicide?

No wonder Austin rushed off so urgently.

Vivian replied to Patrick: "Call the police first, and keep an eye on her. Don’t let her really jump."

Patrick: "Don’t worry, Boss. Someone like her wouldn’t really dare to die."

Old Madam Grant was so enraged she was short of breath again. Vivian comforted her while gently patting her chest: "Grandmother, it’s alright, it’s alright now."

"If he wants to go, let him go."

"Don’t I still have you with me?"

This time Old Madam Grant was truly a bit heartbroken.

"He ignores my calls just to leave; what on earth could be so urgent that he has to go!? Huh?"

"Mrs. Archer, quickly get someone to follow him! I must find out what he’s so busy with, so much so that he can’t even spare half a day to accompany his pregnant wife!"

It seemed that this time, Old Madam Grant was truly angry.

However, until the evening, Vivian didn’t get an answer from Old Madam Grant.

Because Zoe Monroe’s suicide attempt caused both the firefighters and police to be dispatched simultaneously.

And Austin, at the risk of his own safety, personally rushed forward to save Zoe Monroe from the rooftop.

How could Old Madam Grant dare to let Vivian know about such news?

She not only kept it a secret but also withheld all details, not saying a word.

Nevertheless, Vivian already knew all the details through Patrick’s on-site description and long-distance video.

Including Zoe Monroe’s tearful wailing: "Why do all the people I care about betray me?"

"Austin, are you leaving me too?"

"I know I’m of low status and not worthy of you... but without you, what reason do I have to live?"

"You were the person who loved me the most in this world—"

"No one in this world cares for me anymore; I might as well die cleanly now—"

"This way, you won’t have to be so torn. From now on, you can follow your family and your heart without losing anything for me anymore."

"Austin, I’m letting you go—"

Zoe Monroe’s face was streaked with tears, as she edged closer to the rooftop’s ledge.

At that moment, Austin Grant, his eyes bloodshot, disregarded everything, lunging forward to hold her tightly in his arms, both of them falling to the ground together.

The two fell together.

Austin Grant trembled all over, clutching his regained love as if he had found a precious treasure.

"Zoe, how could you bear to leave me?"

"We still have a future, we’ll have children."

"Don’t scare me like this, don’t scare me again, please."

"Zoe, I love you."

"You know clearly, you’re the one I love the most."

With that, Austin Grant, disregarding everything, lifted Zoe Monroe’s chin and kissed her.

The video captured everything clearly; even how Austin Grant extended his tongue was vividly recorded.

Vivian Sinclair watched in disgust.

If even Patrick Powell could capture this, there must have been many onlookers at the scene.

Yet, until now, there were no traces of news about it online.

The few video clips Patrick Powell deliberately released were quickly deleted.

Vivian Sinclair knew, someone was manipulating everything from behind the scenes.

Was it Austin Grant himself?

Or had The Grant Family, after the last turmoil, already prepared in secret, always keeping a close eye on all online trends.

Until the afternoon after her nap, when Vivian Sinclair passed by Old Madam Grant’s room, she vaguely heard a few words about ’gagging’ and ’public opinion’.

She didn’t catch it clearly, but it was enough for Vivian Sinclair to conclude one thing: Grandma was the one who helped Austin Grant control the scandal from spreading again!

Vivian Sinclair felt a sudden enlightenment.

Instantly, she understood a truth in her heart: in Old Madam Grant’s heart, she wasn’t that important.

What she cared about more would always be The Grant Family, and she’d only side with her own grandson.

When it was time for dinner, Theodore Grant also came.

"Mom, you seem more spirited today?"

Facing her son’s concern, Old Madam Grant replied flatly, "Just the same, counting the days until death."

"Your dear son has been out all day and hasn’t returned yet."

"If it weren’t for Vivian keeping me company, I wouldn’t know how to pass the time."

Theodore Grant looked up at Vivian Sinclair and nodded to her, "Vivian has always been the most filial."

"As for Austin, I’ve given him time this time. If he doesn’t do well again, I’ll punish him."

Old Madam Grant seemed to have something to say but swallowed it after glancing at Vivian Sinclair.

"Forget it."

"Give them some time."

Vivian Sinclair pretended she didn’t understand anything, all the while silently eating,

since the Grants all believed there was still plenty of time.

Vivian Sinclair would always stay in place waiting for Austin Grant to turn back.

Yet Vivian Sinclair was also waiting tonight.

Waiting for Lillian Rivers and her son to stir up an even bigger surprise.

Swallowing the meal like wax, fortunately soon, the main house delivered the ’good news’.

"Not good, there’s a fire! Fire—" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The attic was on fire.

In an instant, the entire Grant family was in chaos.

Everyone rushed to extinguish the fire.

Old Madam Grant was also pushed to the garden, anxious, "How could this happen?"

"Quick! Put out the fire, save the attic for me!"

"That’s the house that Old Grant and I personally supervised every brick, every tile, and designed together back then—"

Old Madam Grant was very saddened by the house catching fire.

Theodore Grant, however, sensed something was amiss.

"Where’s the Madam? How did it catch fire suddenly?"

The butler, Uncle Denton, kept wiping the sweat from his brow, answering nervously, "Sir, the...Madam is missing."

Theodore Grant’s face instantly turned dark, "What do you mean missing?"

"A living person, either dead or alive, what do you mean by missing?"

Uncle Denton stammered, "J-just, when we broke in, there was no sign of the Madam in the room."

"But the windows were wide open. It seemed the Madam had left through the window."

"But the surveillance nearby malfunctioned tonight, so no footage was captured."

Theodore Grant immediately denied, "Absolutely impossible!"

"The attic is four stories above the ground!"

"She didn’t even cry for help, just left from the fourth floor on her own—you think this is a fairy tale?"

Uncle Denton’s voice grew smaller and smaller, "But news from the main gate just came saying they saw Old Tanner taking the Madam away..."

"Sir, it seems the Madam deliberately set the fire to confuse everyone... and then took this chance to leave the attic, to leave the Grants."

Theodore Grant listened, getting angrier and angrier, unable to speak.

Because he found all this too incredible.

After a long pause, he regained his voice and internally analyzed the most likely scenario.

"Leave?"

"You mean she deliberately set the fire just to leave?"

"What does she want to do?"

"How did she do it?"

"And this Old Tanner you mentioned, could he have kidnapped the Madam?"

"Doesn’t he have a daughter? Bring Jasmine Tanner up for questioning immediately!"