Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 424

The moment Vivienne stepped through the front door, she kicked off her restrictive heels, dumped the expensive takeout on the console table, and cornered the nanny. "Where's Julian?"

Having worked in the household long enough to understand Vivienne's volatile temper, the nanny was visibly intimidated. Seeing the frantic, irritated look on her face, the woman hurried forward to take the bags, her voice trembling slightly. "Mr. Sinclair is on the second floor. He went straight to his study when he got back."

Vivienne's expression darkened. Frowning deeply, she marched toward the stairs.

Of course, that was the exact moment little Toby ran over. Vivienne had been playing nice with him for the past few days, which had temporarily erased his memory of her previous cruelty. Seeing her home, he immediately clung to her legs, whining for her to play with him.

But Toby was just a child. He couldn't comprehend the twisted, transactional nature of the adults around him. Vivienne's recent kindness had nothing to do with maternal affection; it was a calculated performance to win Julian's favor.

Predictably, with Julian out of sight, her patience evaporated. Annoyed and completely exhausted by the boy's clinging, she shoved him hard. "Get off me. Go away."

Stumbling backward, Toby's face crumpled, and he was seconds away from a full-blown meltdown.

Seeing his tears welling up, Vivienne immediately raised her hand, the threat of physical violence clear in her sharp glare. Terrified, Toby clamped both hands over his mouth, swallowing his sobs and not daring to make a single sound.

The nanny, highly attuned to the shifting dynamics, dropped what she was doing and rushed over to scoop the boy into her arms. "Come on, Toby. Let's go to the kitchen and get you a treat."

Her quick exit wasn't just to protect Toby; she was saving herself. She had witnessed Vivienne's explosive rages far too many times. Unable to unleash her wrath on Julian, Vivienne always used the staff as her punching bags.

With them out of the way, Vivienne didn't waste a second. She hurried up the staircase.

Approaching the study, she raised her hand to knock but paused. The heavy oak door hadn't been fully shut, leaving a narrow crack. Standing perfectly still in the hallway, Vivienne could hear Julian's voice crystal clear.

His tone was terrifyingly cold, laced with an authoritative fury that made her stomach drop.

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