No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 717

Violet moved aside as she spoke, reaching out to take the bags from Damian's hands.

Damian didn't pass them over. He chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry about it—I've got this."

Violet smiled and nodded. "Alright then, whatever you say."

Vincent was standing right outside the front gate, but from the moment Violet opened the door until she ushered Damian inside, she acted as though he weren't even there.

He stood by the gate like a ghost, completely ignored.

And as soon as Damian stepped through, Violet shut the gate firmly behind him.

By the time Vincent snapped out of it and tried to stop her, the door was already closed in his face.

Just then, Clara's soft, young voice carried from inside the manor. "Uncle Damian, you're finally back!"

Vincent heard Damian reply warmly, "Yes, sweetie, I'm home."

Clara's voice piped up again. "Auntie was so worried about you. She couldn't sleep at all when you weren't here."

Damian feigned a stern tone. "And did you stay with your aunt like you promised?"

Clara's voice softened a little. "I did... but she kept talking about you. She was really scared something bad might have happened."

Damian's voice grew faint as he moved farther inside. "Then I'd better go see her right away."

Clara cheered excitedly. "Yay! Auntie will be so happy you're back!"

Right before they entered the living room, Violet gently took Clara's arm. "Alright now, let's not keep your uncle any longer. He needs some time alone with your aunt—she's been feeling really down."

Hearing that, Clara gave a reluctant, "Okay..."

Even though Vincent couldn't catch every word clearly after that, he understood enough.

The way the family treated Damian compared to how they treated him was like night and day.

Even Clara called Damian "Uncle" again and again.

Vincent had never once heard her call him that.

Yet in just a month or two, Damian had won over everyone in the household.

The thought made Vincent's hands tighten into fists.

His chest ached, sharp and heavy, as if something were pressing down on his heart.

A bitter, sour feeling rose in his throat, one he couldn't shake off.

Damian shook his head. "Not yet."

Scarlett began to get up. "I'll ask the staff to make you something."

But just then, Damian placed his hand over hers, enclosing both of her hands in his.

He looked at her with a soft, steady gaze. "What happened tonight... It didn't shake you up too much, did it?"

When it came to that night, how could Scarlett not have been scared?

Trapped in that cab, blocked in from both sides, she had imagined the worst.

And later, waking up to hear those men outside talking about using her and tossing her aside—it felt like her world was tearing apart.

She had pushed the memories aside, but now that Damian brought it up, that cold, sharp fear rushed through her all over again.

Her eyes reddened instantly. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out.

Damian could see her holding back. Gently, he drew her into his arms, one hand stroking the back of her head soothingly. "Don't be scared," he murmured. "I'm right here. No matter what happens, I'll always be with you."

His comfort only made the tears fall harder.

Resting his chin lightly on top of her head, Damian spoke softly, "How about I take you out tomorrow? Just to get some fresh air and clear your head."