After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 66: Exposed? Falling into Mr. Thorne’s Arms!

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Exposed? Falling into Mr. Thorne’s Arms!

Guided by her sixth sense, Vivian Sinclair refused the invitation: "Mr. Thorne, I’m sorry, I already have plans with a friend at noon."

In truth, Vivian wasn’t lying.

She had arranged to meet Jasmine at the tea house.

Julian Thorne heard her reply and didn’t press further; with a simple turn, he left without hesitation.

Special Assistant Linden hurried to catch up with him.

Yet he kept glancing back at Vivian, his strange gaze making her even more uneasy inside.

Vivian turned and quickly walked away in the opposite direction, calling Dr. Lyle on the phone.

"Hello?"

"You haven’t exposed your whereabouts over there, have you?"

Dr. Lyle, after days of bitter yet quiet living, nearly burst into tears upon hearing Vivian’s voice.

"Miss Sinclair, uuuu..."

"While I haven’t been found out, I’m living in such misery..."

"There’s absolutely no entertainment here."

"It’s even duller than rural life."

"Can I come back home? Please, uuuh..."

Vivian let out a sigh of relief.

"You want to go to jail?"

With one sentence, she crushed Dr. Lyle’s hopes.

He replied in a shaky, desperate voice: "Definitely not."

It was tough now, but at least he still had some freedom.

Vivian: "As long as you’re not exposed, that’s enough."

"Before things totally calm down, forget about coming back."

"When it’s safe again, I’ll contact you."

With that, Vivian hung up, letting out another breath inside.

She thought, Julian Thorne’s odd attitude today probably had nothing to do with this whole thing.

Maybe she was just being too sensitive.

If not, he wouldn’t have just left without asking anything.

Still, Vivian didn’t want to keep hiding in his hotel.

So she went upstairs to pack, ignored the butler’s repeated attempts to keep her, settled the bill at the front desk, and took a taxi to the tea house.

But she’d barely arrived in front of the tea house, not even out of the car, when she received another call from Julian Thorne.

On the line, Julian didn’t mention Vivian leaving the hotel at all; instead, he immediately said, "Miss Sinclair, Stella just got extremely emotional at home and climbed to the roof."

"If it’s convenient, can you come to Crestfall Villa right away?"

Vivian froze in shock for a moment, but with no hesitation she slammed the car door shut: "Of course, I’ll be right there."

She told the driver to turn around immediately, not even having time to unload her luggage.

And just as her cab drove off, a big black Mercedes pulled up in front of the tea house.

The person inside was none other than Austin Grant, who had tracked Jasmine’s whereabouts and come running.

With a casual wave, the six bodyguards accompanying him rushed into the tea house.

"Find her!"

Pain from wounds his father had lashed into him kept him awake all night, leaving him pale and haggard as he stared up at the tea house, "Vivian Sinclair, you’d better not be hiding in here."

"Because if I find you—if you and Jasmine helped each other escape, refusing to stay at The Grant Family and settling for this broken little tea house—I’ll make you pay for it!"

As he spoke, Austin’s face was already twisted with malice.

Vivian hadn’t yet reached Crestfall Villa when she got a call from Patrick Powell.

"Boss, your husband just came by."

"He tried to take Jasmine, but I cited the labor protection law and called the police. Managed to keep Jasmine here."

Vivian’s eyelid twitched fiercely.

Her voice dropped, tense: "What happened?"

Patrick quickly replied: "Just twenty minutes ago, President Grant showed up with six bodyguards to find someone. He had Jasmine detained on the spot."

"Jasmine happened to be in uniform, working here, so she pretended all along to be a regular part-time server at our tea house, and I wouldn’t let them take her."

"Our tea house isn’t to be messed with either, so we argued with them right there."

"President Grant claimed Jasmine belongs to The Grant Family, that bringing her back for questioning is only right. He suspects Jasmine helped someone escape."

"Jasmine’s such a smart girl, she started crying and defending herself, pretending to know nothing, put on quite the performance."

"Thank goodness you’d told me earlier to hire a few more tough people. So we weren’t afraid, and since Jasmine was only raised with The Grant Family, there’s no formal employment contract."

"So they don’t actually have the right to forcibly take Jasmine away."

"President Grant seemed to want to find you at the tea house too, but was really disappointed not seeing you around."

Vivian felt a chill run through her after hearing this.

Twenty minutes ago—wasn’t that exactly when she’d just arrived?

She’d almost run into Austin Grant face to face.

"How’s Jasmine now?"

Patrick: "She said not to worry. She’s taken a leave from school for the next few days, staying put in the tea house—it’s safe."

"Boss, take care of yourself."

"If you don’t want to go back to The Grant Family... then don’t."

After hanging up, Vivian was left with a lingering sense of dread.

If not for Julian Thorne’s phone call... she would’ve been exposed for sure today!

It felt like, in some mysterious way, Julian always managed to help her—without meaning to.

Vivian couldn’t help but touch her belly. Babies, is it because of you two?

She didn’t dare think any further.

All she wanted was to resolve the Thorne Family’s troubles, pay back Julian’s kindness, then get a quick divorce from Austin Grant...and finally leave Ardis.

Crestfall Villa.

Vivian got out at the main gate, carrying a small bag of luggage.

Seeing her finally arrive, Lina Holloway, who had been waiting by order, ran over and took the bag.

"Thank goodness! Miss Sinclair, you’re finally here."

"If you’d come any later, we’d be out of options and taking to the rooftop to pull Miss Thorne down ourselves."

"But Mr. Thorne said maybe you have a way, otherwise if we scare her, she’ll suffer at least ten days or half a month of nightmares."

Lina grabbed Vivian and hurried her onto the shuttle bus.

After all, it would take at least twenty minutes to walk from Crestfall’s entrance to the main house if not longer, so Lina waited outside early.

In front of the huge manor, Vivian saw the entire garden filled with anxious, alert servants.

All eyes were on the rooftop.

And the person sitting above—who else but Stella Thorne?

Fortunately, a safety air cushion was already laid out below to prevent accidental falls.

A medical team stood by nearby.

The villa’s bodyguards, fire team—everything was in place.

Their well-organized response gave Vivian an immense sense of relief.

No wonder it’s the Thorne Family.

It’d be hard to find any family in all of Arvania capable of such a setup.

Vivian followed Lina Holloway up the elevator to the fifth floor.

As she climbed to the roof, Butler Turner, Lina, and dozens of bodyguards all carefully reached out to steady her, terrified she’d have an accident too.

Thankfully, Vivian’s steps were firm; she quickly and safely reached the roof.

At some point, Stella Thorne had already gotten back on her feet.

She was on the rooftop leaping and spinning, nearly stopping Butler Turner’s young heart.

His voice trembled slightly as he whispered, "Miss Sinclair, right now only your words might reach her."

"Whenever we drag Miss Thorne down from the roof, she’s haunted by nightmares for days, so Mr. Thorne warned us not to frighten her this time."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Vivian finally noticed, "Where’s your Mr. Thorne? He hasn’t made it back yet?"

Lina: "He was farther away than you, so he hasn’t arrived yet."

Vivian, seeing Stella’s dangerous behavior, couldn’t care about much else and stepped forward onto the roof.

"What else can I do? I’ll go and lead her back!"

With that, Vivian walked straight across the roof.

"Stella."

She called out, and Stella Thorne instantly turned to look.

Lina, who had wanted to rush out and drag Vivian back, was immediately held down by Butler Turner.

The two didn’t dare disturb Stella.

So at that moment, even though both were dying of anxiety, all they could do was stand helplessly by.

Lina was so worried she could only scream inside.

This is the fifth floor! Miss Sinclair!

You’ve forgotten you’re pregnant, haven’t you?

If anything happens, how will we answer for it?

Dear god.

Lina truly regretted not speaking faster. They’d only meant for Miss Sinclair to crouch at the entrance and talk with Miss Thorne!

Who could have guessed Miss Sinclair would boldly climb onto the roof without waiting for their instructions?

If both fell, whom would we save first?

Lina felt a wave of darkness sweep over her eyes.

"What are we gonna do?"

"I might as well throw myself off too!"

"No way to answer to Mr. Thorne now!"

Lina was about to scream, but Butler Turner turned her head: "Look."

"Just as Mr. Thorne expected, Miss Sinclair is exactly the remedy Miss Thorne needs."

Vivian was already taking Stella Thorne by the hand, slowly leading her back.

And Stella was as obedient as a sweet child, no sign left of the wild singing and dancing from before.

Lina was stunned, her eyes wide at the scene.

"It’s true...!"

"Miss Sinclair is her idol."

Lina and Butler Turner still had no clue what Vivian had said to Stella Thorne.

But just as Vivian was guiding Stella down the stairs, Butler Turner reached out to support Stella, and with that touch, Stella suddenly lost control and shoved him aside—

"Don’t touch me!"

She screamed, and in her wild movement, she ended up shoving Vivian instead!

Lina shrieked in terror, and Butler Turner didn’t have time to react.

They watched in horror as Vivian’s face turned white and she tumbled backwards down the stairs—

—until she landed safely in a strong, broad embrace.

Vivian’s face was already ghostly pale.

She hadn’t fully recovered yet when Julian, face dark, caught his breath, and scooped her up in his arms.

"So, Miss Sinclair doesn’t want her own babies after all?"