I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 02

I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 02

I spent twenty minutes tearing my room apart before finally digging out a crumpled, heavy card from the bottom pocket of my dirty laundry hamper.

It had an embossed texture and felt heavy in my hand.

Printed right on it—

Grant Vance.

Chief, Metropolitan Defense Command.

Below it was a line of small text printing a private cell number.

I stared at the line of text, entirely unfazed.

Metropolitan Defense Command?

Felt like I’d heard of it somewhere.

I did a quick search.

The search results popped up: The Vance family, a powerful military and political dynasty, three generations with a single heir, holding core power over the city’s defense system with allies and protégés spread across the state…

I killed the screen with a blank expression.

Oh.

A big shot.

Even better.

Splitting the medical procedure fee isn’t asking too much, right? Just $2,800.

While I was figuring out how to get in touch with him, a line of glowing text suddenly floated past my eyes—

[The male lead’s cousin is fated to be childless. The twins in this extra’s belly are his only bloodline in this entire lifetime, but too bad they’re getting flushed.]

Me: “??”

What the hell is this?

I rubbed my eyes hard.

The words were still there.

Then a second line drifted past:

[If this extra doesn’t get an abortion, someone will actually inherit the Vance family fortune. Otherwise, how else would the female lead’s kid get all that insane wealth? What a waste!]

A chill ran straight down my spine.

What was going on? Was I hallucinating?

Wait—

An extra? Male lead? Female lead?

Why do these words sound so much like…

A novel script?

A third comment floated past lazily.

[Not necessarily. If the male lead is a stubborn ass and refuses to acknowledge the kids, he wouldn’t keep them even if he found out.]

I sat frozen on the bed, taking five full minutes to digest everything.

Alright.

Let’s break this down.

First, I was carrying twins.

Second, the man’s last name was Vance, from a prominent family, fated to have no children, and these two babies were his only heirs.

Third, I was… an extra?

I chewed on the word “extra” over and over again.

Fine.

An extra it is.

But an extra has her own principles.

I didn’t care about his family’s power or wealth; that had nothing to do with me.

But think about it—

These kids took two people to make, right?

So splitting the procedure fee down the middle isn’t asking for much, is it?

I pinched the business card and dialed the number.

Ring— Ring—

“Metropolitan Defense Command, Chief’s line. How can I help you?”

It was a male voice, stiff and formal.

I cleared my throat.

“I’m looking for Grant Vance.”

The other side paused for a second.

“May I ask who is calling?”

I thought for a second about how to describe our relationship.

“I’m… someone who has a financial dispute with him.”

Silence on the line for three seconds.

“Please leave your contact information, and we will pass the message along.”

I gave my number and hung up.

Then I waited.

Waited one day.

No callback.

Waited two days.

Still no callback.

Fine.

I licked my dry lips, staring at the address on the back of the business card.

Ignoring my calls, huh?

Then I’ll show up in person.

Are you giving me the $2,800 or not?