Chapter 1880 Vivian Is Gone
Zachary couldn't find Vivian anywhere. Panicking, he hurried to question Jonathan and George.
George, however, deliberately held back the truth, hoping the moment would teach Zachary a valuable lesson.
“I'm not sure,” George said calmly. “Wasn't she in her room? Maybe she just went to the restroom. Did you check there?”
Zachary frowned. “She's not there.”
“That's strange,” George replied, feigning concern. “Well, what are you standing here for? Go find her! She's pregnant—if anything happens to her, it's on your head.”
Jonathan added, “She didn't seem very happy today. What if she ran away from home?”
Zachary's heart clenched with worry. Without another word, he rushed off to search for Vivian.
Meanwhile, Vivian had already arrived at the hospital. After a brief conversation with Queenie, the two slipped into another room to chat.
“Vivian, did you tell Old Mr. Sinclair or the others before coming here?” Cecilia asked.
Vivian shook her head. “No, I snuck out. I just didn't feel like talking to them.”
“You should give them a call. Otherwise, they'll start to worry,” Cecilia advised gently.
Vivian waved it off. “No need. They all think I'm asleep. I'll head back early tomorrow morning.”
She was pregnant, and she and Zachary were sleeping in separate rooms. Whether she was there or not, no one would notice.
“All right then,” Cecilia sighed. After a pause, she asked, “By the way, about that woman who called out to Zachary—do you know who she was?”
Vivian shook her head again. “I really don't know anything about the people around him.”
After thinking it over, Cecilia said, “How about this—I'll give Nathaniel a call and see if he knows anything. It might just be a misunderstanding.”
“All right.” Vivian nodded. She didn't want things between her and Zachary to spiral out of control either.
Cecilia then made the call.
Cecilia's expression darkened. “He's already married, yet he still surrounds himself with so many women. Don't you think that's crossing a line?”
“I wouldn't know,” Nathaniel replied honestly.
Vivian shot Cecilia a look. Catching the cue, Cecilia ended the call without another word.
Nathaniel stared at the disconnected call, sensing something was wrong. Without hesitation, he decided to call Zachary.
Zachary, still frantically searching for Vivian, answered the call with an edge of irritation. “What is it, Nathaniel?” he asked, his voice tight with frustration.
“Ceci just called me,” Nathaniel replied, his tone serious. “She was asking about the women you know.”
“What?” Zachary's confusion was evident.
Nathaniel's voice took on a more solemn tone. “Vivian was right there when she called.”
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