After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 68: Mr. Thorne Wants Vivian to Divorce? The Fate of the Babies Is Still Uncertain!

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Mr. Thorne Wants Vivian to Divorce? The Fate of the Babies Is Still Uncertain!

Butler Turner: "How could it be that easy? Sir would never allow her to do that."

Butler Turner didn’t know about the sperm mix-up with Julian Thorne.

But he did know Julian would never permit such a thing to happen.

Matron Turner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam just worries too much sometimes."

"Julian is only twenty-seven—so what if he doesn’t want children until he’s forty-seven?"

"Right now, the Thorne Family isn’t in any condition to welcome a new young master."

"Julian’s only priorities are curing Stella, expanding The Thorne Group, and his years-long obsession—finding the kidnappers from back then... Also, the one he suspects murdered the old master!"

"Otherwise, how could you expect him to settle down and start a family?"

The more his mother spoke, the more agitated she became. Butler Turner rushed to comfort her: "You really shouldn’t worry yourself too much."

"Our job is simply to do our best to ease Sir’s burdens."

"For the rest, Sir knows what he’s doing."

It took until evening for Vivian Sinclair to finally wait out dinnertime.

She hadn’t eaten lunch at all.

After signing the contract in the afternoon, she fell asleep right away.

So now she was starving, stomach practically glued to her back.

Vivian looked deathly pale. As soon as Julian Thorne entered the dining room and saw how drained she was, he immediately asked, "You didn’t have lunch? Why are you so out of energy?"

He was only making an offhand comment.

But Vivian was about to lose it, slumped over the table.

"Yeah."

"Mr. Thorne, can we start dinner now?"

"I haven’t had a proper meal all day."

At her words, Julian’s cold gaze shot over to Butler Turner.

Butler Turner stood frozen on the spot, instantly drenched in sweat.

"I’m sorry, sir."

"I failed to take proper care of Miss Sinclair."

Vivian immediately sat up straight at this.

"No, no, it’s not your fault."

"I was just too tired this afternoon and never mentioned that I wanted something to eat."

Butler Turner lowered his head even further, truly realizing his mistake.

"Miss Sinclair hurried to the villa to save Miss Thorne, and I actually forgot to ask if she’d eaten lunch."

"I also failed to prepare your afternoon tea in time."

"I’m willing to forfeit half a month’s salary—please, sir, punish me."

Vivian was completely stunned at this.

Are the Thorne Family’s house rules really this strict?

In spite of Butler Turner’s repeated apologies, Julian Thorne simply picked up a warm towel and calmly wiped his hands.

Vivian wanted to say something else, but in the end, these were the Thorne family’s rules; if she spoke up, it would seem like she was meddling in someone else’s household affairs.

So she could only give Butler Turner an apologetic look.

Julian noticed every detail of her reactions.

So he asked her, "Miss Sinclair, in your opinion, what should be the salary for the Crestfall Villa’s butler?"

Vivian: "One hundred thousand a month?"

At the Sinclair Family, their butler earned forty-five thousand per month.

But Crestfall Villa was at least five times bigger than the Sinclair home.

So Vivian doubled her guess, rounding up.

After all, managing such a huge estate—especially for a top-tier family like the Thornes—the compensation was bound to be at least in the six-figure range.

Julian: "Annual salary, five million."

"Plus year-end bonuses, insurance, and all benefits—the total is no less than ten million."

"So, if someone can’t even handle such a minor matter, shouldn’t it serve as a warning?"

How much?

A butler earning over ten million a year?

Is this really the kind of salary top circles pay for a butler?

Vivian instantly realized the gap between the Sinclair Family and the Thornes was a lot more than just five or six houses’ worth.

It was the difference between a mountain and Gryphonspire itself.

There were real barriers between even the wealthy elite.

So, just now, did Butler Turner dock himself two hundred thousand in a blink just for her?

All because she skipped one meal...

Vivian’s guilt washed over her like a tidal wave, suddenly even more overwhelming.

But then Julian actually said, "Miss Sinclair, if you feel guilty, next time he falls short in any way, just be sure to speak up yourself."

"Otherwise, they’re the ones who’ll be punished."

Butler Turner nodded sincerely to Vivian. "Miss Sinclair, please don’t stand on ceremony with us."

"This time, it really was my negligence."

Only then did Vivian understand—Julian’s entire speech had been directed at her.

He wanted her to speak up if she ever felt wronged.

Because no decent person would want someone else losing tens of thousands of salary over a single meal...

Vivian could only force a laugh. "Okay, I’ll remember that."

Once all the dishes were served and the juice was set by Vivian’s hand, Julian lifted his hand lightly.

"You may all go."

Butler Turner immediately led all the serving staff out of the room.

The enormous dining hall, big enough for over a hundred people, was suddenly left with just Vivian and Julian.

When Vivian realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

She could only hope Stella would show up soon. "Where’s Miss Thorne?"

"Is she not joining us for dinner tonight?"

Julian elegantly sliced his steak. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Stella had quite a scare this afternoon. After drinking the calming soup, she’s been asleep."

"Miss Sinclair, you’ll need to get used to dining with me every night from now on."

As he spoke, he looked up at Vivian.

That cold, deep gaze made something in Vivian’s heart suddenly clench.

What the hell!

Who wants to eat dinner with him every day?

She rushed to correct him, "Mr. Thorne, our employment contract is only for one month."

"Besides, you’re a very busy man. How could you possibly be home for dinner every day?"

"Stop teasing me."

Vivian lowered her head, spooning soup into her mouth, trying to avoid the topic.

Julian: "Hm."

"So, Miss Sinclair, you’re saying there’s no ’future’ for us?"

Vivian nearly choked.

What does he mean, ’no future’ for them?

Of course they won’t have a future together!

But even though Julian’s words were full of double meaning, all Vivian could do was play dumb and keep her thoughts to herself.

"Mr. Thorne, your steak’s getting cold. Aren’t you going to eat?"

But instead, Julian pushed his perfectly-sliced steak toward Vivian.

"Miss Sinclair, you’re now one person eating for three. Why not have a bit more?"

"At least for the next month here at the Thorne Family, you’ll get all the nutrition you need."

Vivian looked in surprise at the perfectly cubed steak in front of her. So, he sliced it for her?

The illustrious CEO, head of The Thorne Group, the one all Ardis’s elites idolize—Julian Thorne—actually just sliced her steak?

Vivian really had no choice but to take a bite.

The steak was tender and juicy, but there was a twinge of complicated, bittersweet ache inside her.

For over a year of marriage, her husband Austin Grant had never once cut her steak for her.

But tonight, by some cruel twist of fate, she was eating the steak sliced by her babies’ biological father.

What a cursed fate.

Vivian ate until she was stuffed.

Seeing her appetite, Julian also ate more than usual himself.

The two barely spoke as they ate; Vivian especially just buried herself in her food.

By the end, she really couldn’t eat another bite.

She waved her hand, wiped her lips, and drained her juice, when Julian suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Miss Sinclair, do you want a divorce?"

Vivian almost spat her juice out.

She grabbed her napkin, covering her mouth as she coughed violently.

Her face instantly flushed bright red from choking.

Julian got up, hesitated, then reached over and gently patted her back.

Vivian, startled, practically jumped to her feet on reflex.

"M-Mr. Thorne, I’m done eating,"

"Please, enjoy your dinner."

Vivian bolted.

She left even faster than she’d arrived, like a rabbit with its tail aflame.

Julian leaned lightly against the table, his fingers brushing the knife and fork she’d just used.

Who knows what he was thinking about.

His expression was somber and unreadable.

Until Special Assistant Linden called: "Sir, the abortion you instructed has been scheduled for three days from now."

"But I still don’t know this lady’s identity."

"You destroyed that list... so, how should I contact her?"

Julian’s grip on his phone tightened abruptly.

He straightened, voice low and curt, "Cancel the operation for now."

Linden was shocked.

"N-not going through with the operation?"

"Master Julian, do you mean... you’re keeping this unknown child?"

Julian: "Leo Linden, do you have a death wish? Second guessing me again—who gave you permission to cross that line?"

"Do you want me to send you to work in the front lines at The Thornes?"

Linden, sitting comfortably at home, nearly collapsed to his knees in fear.

"Master Julian, I—I was wrong!"

"I’ll take care of it right away."

Before he hung up, Julian gave one more order: "Within a month, I don’t care if you have to turn all of Zanthos inside out—find that runaway doctor and nurse for me!"

"No matter the cost!"

Linden replied in terror, "Y-yes, sir!"

Julian gripped his phone, squinting at the chair Vivian had just occupied.

This issue needs to be handled slowly.

She probably has no idea the child she’s carrying isn’t Austin Grant’s.

If the truth were blurted out now, Julian wasn’t worried that Vivian would abort the child from shock—but that she’d simply find the whole thing disgusting.

Julian kept telling himself, all of this was for Stella.

If Vivian, as W, blew up over this and cut all ties with the Thornes, then Stella’s treatment would be delayed and threatened.

So he needed to stabilize the mess and make sure she didn’t find out the truth too soon.

As for what to do with these two children...

He needed to think—really think about that.

The Thorne bloodline was never meant to be relegated to being bastards.

The next morning, when Vivian woke up and opened her door, she found Stella sitting on a little stool outside her room.

When Stella saw her, she nearly jumped up in joy.

"Sister Sinclair!"

Lina Holloway was startled, immediately stepping between them.

"Miss, didn’t I just remind you?"

"Miss Sinclair’s pregnant, so you can’t just throw yourself at her. You have to be gentle and hug her slowly and softly."

Stella, pitiful as ever, tugged at her sleeve, looked from Lina to Vivian, then just hung her head without a word.

Vivian’s heart melted at the sight of this helpless child.

"It’s okay. Shall we hug?"

She opened her arms, and Stella cheered up, hugging her at once.

This time, though, she was much gentler.

Vivian gently patted her back, curious: "What are you doing here?"

Stella quickly explained, "I slept too long yesterday, and I didn’t get to apologize to you, Sister Sinclair."

"Sister, I didn’t mean to push you yesterday."

"They say you have two babies in your belly—is it true?"

"Did I almost hurt your two babies?"

"Stella is such a useless kid."

Vivian’s heart ached at that.

Come to think of it, Stella was still the biological aunt of her two babies.

Even if they could never acknowledge each other, Vivian didn’t mind being kinder to her.

"Who says so?"

"If Stella studies hard, she’ll definitely be someone my babies look up to in the future."

Stella’s eyes lit up at this: "Really?"

Vivian smiled and patted her head. "Of course."

"Come on, let’s eat breakfast together?"

"Afterwards, I’ll draw with you, okay?"

Stella bounced on the spot in delight: "Yay!"

Seeing Stella so happy, Matron Turner, just arriving, had tears in her eyes.

It was so rare to see her this cheerful.

This Miss Sinclair was truly the family’s lucky star.

Vivian spent the entire day with Stella.

Painting in the morning.

Accompanying her to her treatments in the afternoon.

With Vivian there, Stella behaved far better than anyone expected.

Even the progress of her treatment improved by leaps and bounds.

Just like that, Vivian officially moved in to stay with Stella at the Thornes’.

And after that dinner, Julian never returned.

Two days in a row, Vivian didn’t catch a glimpse of him.

Ironically, the tension inside Vivian that had been wound taut since that night finally loosened.

She found herself far more at ease at Crestfall Villa.

Meanwhile, things at the Grant Family had been turned upside down again, thanks to her mysterious disappearance.

Another day passed before Patrick Powell called her.

"Boss, there’s major trouble at the Grant Family."

"Your mother-in-law just got stabbed by your father-in-law!"