I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 20

I Was Just A Passerby Carrying His Twin Heirs Chapter 20

At eleven that night, Logan sent me a message.

Miss Miller, Mr. Vance asked me to inform you that the matter regarding Gavin Vance has been resolved.

Someone will explain everything to your parents in person tomorrow. Additionally, we have coordinated with

your parents’ neighborhood security, so no strangers will be getting close from now on.

I typed back quietly:

How was it handled?

Logan hesitated for a while before replying.

Mr. Vance shut down every single project under Gavin’s control. He also cut off the family business funding

at the source. Mr. Gavin… shouldn’t have time to worry about anything else for a while.

Staring at the message, my feelings were a chaotic mess.

How should I put it?

Was it satisfying?

Yes.

Yet there was an overwhelming sense of unreality.

A broke girl like me, who used to sweat over a phone bill, now had a heavyweight in her corner who could

crush a guy’s career with a single call.

It felt completely surreal.

I texted back a quick “Thanks” and turned off my phone.

I didn’t sleep well that night, plagued by messy, chaotic dreams.

I dreamt of my dad sitting silent in his old armchair back home, staring at me without a word.

I dreamt of Gavin smiling at me, saying, “You’ll regret this.”

I dreamt of two tiny little things reaching their hands out from my stomach to wave at me.

That last one was so bizarre it jolted me awake.

It was already seven in the morning.

There was an unread message on my phone.

Sent by Grant.

At 2:03 AM.

I didn’t know yet.

But I would soon.

Because the very next morning, Mrs. Vance arrived.

She stormed right up to my front door in person.

When the doorbell rang, I was eating a bowl of mixed nuts for my morning snack.

I opened the door to find Mrs. Vance standing outside, backed by a middle-aged woman holding a designer

bag-likely her personal assistant.

Mrs. Vance wasn’t wearing any makeup today.

It was the first time I’d ever seen her bare-faced.

Dark circles shadowed her eyes, her lips lacked color, and she looked years older than our last meeting.

Yet her gaze remained razor-sharp.

Fiercer than before, even.

Like a blade wanting to carve into something.

“Josie Miller.”

Her voice was dead flat when she called my name.

None of her previous arrogant superiority, nor the cold mockery she used over the phone.

Just completely flat.

Which made her even more intimidating.

“Mrs. Vance,” I said, standing at the doorway without stepping aside.

“Let me in.”

I hesitated for a second before stepping back to give her space.

Mrs. Vance walked in, stopping in the center of the living room to glance around.

Her eyes swept past the snacks piled on my sofa, the empty yogurt bottles on the coffee table, and the

paused TV show.

Without a word, she sat straight down on the couch.

Her assistant tactfully stepped back to stay outside the door.

I closed the door, walked over, and sat across from her.

“Mrs. Vance, what brings you here?”

Mrs. Vance stared at me in silence for several seconds.

Then she spoke.

“Grant called off the engagement with Vivian.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“You do?”

“I just found out.”

“Because of you?”

“No.”

Mrs. Vance’s sharp gaze locked onto me.

“Not because of you? Then why?”

I met her eyes.

“Mrs. Vance, you should ask your son.”

Her lips pressed into a tight line.

A long silence stretched between us.

“Josie Miller, I didn’t come here to argue with you today.”

Her tone suddenly softened-so much that it put me on high alert.

“I came to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“About the children. And about you and Grant.”

She took a deep breath, as if suppressing her emotions.

“Last time… my attitude was poor. I apologize.”