No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 575

Vincent hesitated for a second before answering, "Yeah."

They talked a little longer, and then Lucy said she had to go.

After hanging up, Vincent turned and saw Sabrina standing by the window, letting the cool night air drift in.

He frowned slightly, walked over, and gently guided her back. "You're still recovering. You shouldn't be standing in the draft."

Sabrina looked up at him with a soft smile. "Okay, I won't."

That smile only made him feel more unsettled.

A moment later, he spoke again, "I need to head back to Rivergate tomorrow."

Sabrina looked confused. "For your mom's birthday?"

He didn't hide it. "Yeah."

She stepped closer and slipped her hand into his. "Can I come with you?"

She looked up at him, hope flickering in her eyes.

She waited for his answer.

But he stayed quiet for a long time.

The hope in her face slowly faded.

Soon, that familiar loneliness crept back into her eyes.

Vincent reached out and gently pinched her cheek. "Sabrina, not this time. Your health comes first. Once you're better, I'll bring you back for Christmas."

Sabrina forced a small smile. "Okay."

He ruffled her hair. "Get some sleep now. I'll stay until you do."

She understood. He wasn't ready to bring her home to meet his family yet. Pushing wouldn't help.

If Vincent had made up his mind about something, not even threatening her own life would change it.

She washed up, climbed into bed, and closed her eyes—but sleep didn't come.

Vincent sat in the chair beside her bed, not really paying attention to whether she was asleep or not.

He pulled out his phone and typed another message to Scarlett. "Tomorrow's Mom's birthday. You coming by?"

He was just testing the waters. Didn't mention that he'd be there too.

Back in the day, Scarlett had gone all out for the Theron family. Every holiday, every birthday—she'd cook up a storm, make a whole spread.

But this message he sent? It felt like it disappeared into thin air. No reply.

At one point, Vincent actually wondered if she'd blocked him.

Scarlett blinked, still a bit dazed. "Clara, when did you get here? Aren't you cold?"

Clara climbed right up onto the bed and snuggled in next to Scarlett, slipping under the covers and resting her head on Scarlett's arm. "Auntie, I've been here for a while. You were sleeping so deep, and you kept saying Damian's name in your sleep."

Scarlett's face went bright red.

In her dream, she'd been imagining herself with Damian. Getting close. Intimate.

More than once.

Hearing Clara say that made it worse. She tried to play it off. "Clara, sweetie, I wasn't calling Damian's name."

Clara wasn't buying it. "Auntie, you're lying. Your ears turn red when you lie."

Scarlett covered her cheeks with both hands, not knowing what to say.

Just then, Violet came out of the bathroom. She gave Clara a gentle scolding. "Clara, don't tease your aunt like that. She's your elder."

Clara pouted. "I know, Mommy. I was just telling the truth. Auntie really was saying Damian's name."

Violet shot her a look. "Clara, your aunt is a lady. If you keep saying things like that, you'll embarrass her."

Clara sat up straight. "Okay, Mommy. I won't say it anymore."

Violet walked over and scooped Clara up from the bed.