Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 05

Three Months Pregnant, I Left With His Twins Chapter 05

Vivian didn’t look at her.

Elodie stood behind them, gripping the thermos tighter, at a loss for words for the first time.

Vivian stood up and spoke to the nurse.

“Is the head of obstetrics here? Please get him.”

The nurse hesitated.

Vivian pulled a business card from her pocket and handed it over.

The nurse glanced at it and hurried off.

Vivian turned around and finally looked at Margaret.

“Mrs. Westbury.”

“If you ever appear in front of my niece again, I’ll make sure you understand what consequences mean.”

“The twins’ heartbeats are both stable, but she cannot handle any more emotional stress.”

While the senior obstetrician was speaking, Vivian stood to the side with her arms crossed.

“Sloane, do we need to change the flight the day after tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Good. I’ve already arranged the OB team in Vancouver. You’ll go straight to the residence when you arrive, and your first checkup is set.”

I nodded.

Vivian pulled up a stool beside me and slid over a set of documents.

“Prepared by the lawyers.”

“Birth registration, medical authorizations, custody arrangements, and name documents.”

“Once born, the girls will be registered as Iris Hart and Eden Hart.”

I looked through everything, then picked up the pen and signed.

She took the documents back, walked to the window, and made calls.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but a few key words drifted over.

Divest.

Terminate cooperation.

Effective immediately.

She wasn’t just calling one person.

When she came back, her expression was unchanged.

“I pulled our investment from several Westbury projects.”

“Vivian, you don’t have to…”

“It’s not about getting even for you.”

She cut me off.

“It’s about cutting ties cleanly.”

“You have no connection to the Westburys anymore. There’s no reason for my money to stay there either.”

“It’s a sound business decision.”

I didn’t argue.

Maeve came to the hospital that afternoon.

When she saw Vivian, she paused, then said:

“Aunt Vivian.”

She sat beside me and set a bag of oranges on the bedside table.

“I found out.”

She lowered her voice.

“Elodie didn’t just get back two months ago.”

“She came back six months ago and moved straight into a Westbury-owned flat that Margaret arranged.”

Six months ago.

That was right after I found out I was pregnant.

“She moved into a Westbury property the second she got back?”

“Yes. Margaret set it up directly.”

“After you got pregnant, Margaret’s attitude toward you changed. Elodie started showing up around Nate almost at the same time.”

I leaned back against the pillow and thought about it.

It wasn’t because of so-called energy incompatibility that Margaret wanted me to give up the babies.

It was because Elodie had returned.

Margaret wanted her son with Elodie.

The babies and I were just in the way.

Energy incompatibility was the excuse.

Elodie was the reason.

Vivian listened to everything and only said one thing.

“Sloane, get your things together. You’re being discharged tomorrow and leaving the day after.”

“Okay.”

My phone vibrated.

Nate’s message.

“I heard you went to the hospital. What happened? Did my mother come after you again?”

A minute later, another one.

“What hospital? I’m coming over.”

I didn’t reply.

He called. I hung up.

Ten minutes later, another text.

“She crossed a line, but she didn’t mean it that way. I’ll handle it.”

Crossed a line.

In the prenatal waiting room, in front of everyone, she pulled out an envelope with a check and a waiver to make me give up my babies, and all he had to say was she crossed a line.

Maeve glanced at my phone screen and let out a cold snort but said nothing.

I was discharged the next day.

Vivian’s car waited at the entrance.

I walked out carrying my bag, squinting against the bright sun.

Nate’s car was parked at the hospital entrance.

He saw me, got out, and walked over quickly.

He looked at my belly first, then my face.

“Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“Nothing to say.”

“I talked to Margaret last night. What she did was out of line. I won’t let her come near you again.”

“Okay.”

“Come home with me. I’ll set clear boundaries.”

“I’m not coming back.”

“Sloane, what do I have to do for you to sit down and actually talk?”

Vivian got out of the car and stood behind me.

Nate saw her and didn’t recognize her at first.

“Who is this?”

Vivian didn’t introduce herself. She only glanced at him and said to me:

“Get in the car.”

“Wait.”

He reached for me.

“Where are you going? Tell me.”

“She doesn’t need to report her whereabouts to you.”

Nate frowned.

This was probably the first time someone had spoken to him that way.

“Are you her family? Sloane and I…”

“There is no Sloane and you anymore.”

Vivian cut him off.

“She ended the engagement.”

“She’s raising the children herself. They will be Iris Hart and Eden Hart. The Westbury name will not appear in their lives.”

“I haven’t even pursued the fact that your mother tried to pay her to give up the babies. That’s already generous.”

Nate’s face changed completely.

“Paid her to give up the babies? Margaret, she…”

“You didn’t know?”

Vivian looked at him.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know.”

She opened the car door. I got in.

As the car pulled away, I saw Nate still standing there in the rearview mirror.

Sunlight hit him. He looked like someone who still hadn’t processed what had just happened.

He grew smaller.

Then disappeared.

I leaned back in the seat, hand on my belly.

Vivian said:

“When we get to Vancouver, focus on taking care of yourself.”

“Okay.”