I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 19

I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 19

My mouth hung open.

“… Why?”

“You helped me out. Consider it an extra token of my appreciation.”

“Grant,” I pressed, “you’re already paying me four hundred grand.”

“The four hundred thousand is in the contract. This is outside of it.”

I went dead silent.

Honestly, I was completely baffled.

What kind of client begs to throw extra money at you?

The pop-up chat floated past my eyes.

[His attraction score is rising, but he hasn’t even realized it yet. Trying to treat someone well without finding a

good excuse except leaning on a contract… in romance psychology, that’s called being an idiot.]

I stared blankly into space.

Stop talking nonsense.

What attraction?

He just thought I was broke and pitied me.

An elite power player pitying a girl with a hundred bucks in her bank account-completely normal.

“We’ll talk about it later,” I replied vaguely.

“Let’s just get through the present first.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, my heart beating at an abnormal rhythm.

I chose to ignore it.

It was definitely just pregnancy hormones.

Yeah.

Must be.

Another week passed in this strange, quiet rhythm.

Until one afternoon during my nineteenth week.

I got a call from an unfamiliar number.

It wasn’t anyone from the Vance family.

It was my mom.

To be precise, she was calling from someone else’s phone-her own had broken.

“Josie!”

My mom’s voice was an octave higher than usual, frantic and panicky.

“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

My stomach dropped.

“Mom, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Some guy came to the house looking for your father today! Dressed up real nice! He said… he said you owe people money and demanded your father pay it back! Your dad turned pale as a sheet. When he asked how

much, the guy said millions!”

Blood rushed straight to my head.

“Who was it? What did he look like?”

“A young guy, late twenties, pretty tall. He was smiling real polite, but your dad said his eyes looked wrong-”

Gavin Vance.

It was Gavin.

He had tracked down my hometown.

He went to my dad.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone.

“Mom, listen to me. That guy is lying to you. I don’t owe anyone a single dime. He’s doing this on purpose to scare you guys. Tell Dad to ignore him, don’t open the door, and call the police if he shows up again.”

“What’s going on, Josie? Did you mess with the wrong people out there?”

“No. Mom, trust me, I’m completely fine and I’ll handle this. Just make sure Dad doesn’t get worked up. okay?”

My mom kept talking on the line, but I wasn’t listening anymore.

Only one thought burned in my mind-

Gavin Vance, you bastard.

Coming after me was one thing.

Going to my home and harassing my parents was another.

I took a deep breath.

Then another.

I was still shaking with rage.

I ended the call and dialed Grant’s number.

He had told me to contact him first if anything happened.

Well, this qualified.

It picked up on the first ring.

“Josie?”

My voice trembled, though I tried my best to keep it contained.

“Grant, your dear cousin went to my hometown.”

Silence fell on the other end.

I kept going.

“He barged into my parents’ place and told them I owe millions. My dad is in his sixties and has high blood

pressure.”

I gritted my teeth as I forced out the last sentence.

“You promised he wouldn’t bother me again, and I trusted you. Now he’s not coming after me-he’s going after my family.”

The silence lasted only three seconds.

In those three seconds, I could feel the air freeze through the speaker.

When Grant spoke again, his voice was completely different.

“I got it.”

Three words, every single one dripping with sharp steel.

“I’m sending people to your parents right now to make sure they won’t be bothered again. As for your

emotions-”

“I’ll handle my own emotions,” I cut him off.

“I just want an answer from you, Grant. I can tolerate your cousin coming at me because of the contract-l

took your money, so I got dragged into this. But my parents didn’t sign anything. They’re completely

uninvolved.”

“I know.”

“Then how are you going to handle it?”

“Josie.”

My name carried an uncharacteristic weight when he said it.

“Give me twenty-four hours.”

I held the phone without making a sound.

He added one more line.

“Your parents will be fine. I guarantee it.”

I closed my eyes, forcing the surging anger down piece by piece.

“Fine. Twenty-four hours.”

I hung up.

I tossed the phone onto the couch and curled into the cushions.

My body wouldn’t stop shaking.

Not from the cold, but from sheer rage.

I knew guys like Gavin Vance.

He was preying on the fact that I had no background, no backing, and that my parents in a small rural town

were easy to intimidate.

He knew coming to me was useless because I wouldn’t fall for his game.

So he went for my weak spot.

Scumbag.

I sat there hugging my knees for a long time until the tremors faded before picking up my phone to text my

mom.

Mom, I’m already handling it. That guy won’t come back. Don’t go outside for the next couple of days-I’ll

order groceries sent to you.

My mom replied instantly.

Josie, what kind of trouble are you really in…

I typed a long paragraph, then deleted it all.

In the end, I just sent one line.

Mom, trust me. I’m completely safe. I’ll explain everything in a few days.

Then I opened a delivery app and placed an order for fresh groceries from a supermarket near my parents’ house.

Once that was done, I stared at the ceiling, waiting.

Waiting for Grant’s twenty-four hours.

In reality, it took only six.