The Night I Went Into Labor His Stepsister Livestreamed Herself Bedding My Husband Chapter 05
Vivienne fixed him with an icy stare.
“Who exactly do you think you are, blocking our way? I’m Sebastian Shaw’s mother, she’s my son’s wife. Is there a problem?”
At her words, the director’s face darkened even further.
“You want to go through trash, go find it on the street. This isn’t a place for trash like you.”
I laughed coldly.
“This is a *hospital*. Anyone who’s sick has the right to come in.”
The director gave me a scornful glance.
“Some people can walk in, but they can’t afford treatment. Save the money, buy yourselves a nice meal, and go home to die. I’m doing you a favor. Show some appreciation.”
Just then, Bianca reappeared, fresh from her check-up. The moment she saw us, she pinched her nose shut.
“Stella, I’m just going to say it—Julian gave you a way out earlier and you refused it. And now you’re back groveling for scraps? You’ve disgraced the entire Ashford name.”
“And look at your mother. She hasn’t showered in days. She reeks.”
She gave a few exaggerated retches. Julian rushed over, worried, and rubbed her back.
The director summoned every security guard on staff to throw us out.
Vivienne roared, “I’d like to see anyone try to touch us!”
The guards looked at one another, then at the director, who nodded. They didn’t hesitate any further.
They grabbed us roughly by the arms.
I was terrified Vivienne would have a heart attack, so I stepped in front of her, afraid the stress alone might set her off.
Seeing that my hands were full, Bianca lunged out and kicked Ethan square in the chest.
Ethan, only four years old, screamed and burst into tears. Emma reached for him, panicked, and Bianca shoved her hard—hard enough that she flew backward and slammed into the wall.
“Stella, these two brats have no manners at all. If you won’t teach them, I will.”
I threw every ounce of strength into pushing the guard off me and pulled my children into my arms, checking them over frantically.
While I was distracted, Julian slapped Vivienne. Twice. Hard.
“You old witch had the nerve to hit me. Now I’ll have to disinfect myself when I get home just because a filthy beggar like you touched me.”
Vivienne was pinned in place and couldn’t move. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, bright and terrible against her pale skin.
I wanted to go to her, but my arms were full of my crying children, and a wave of helplessness crashed over me.
“Stella, don’t worry about me. Just keep the children safe.”
Vivienne had always been iron-willed. Even now, she wouldn’t bend.
But I couldn’t bear seeing her hurt.
“Julian Ashford, Sebastian Shaw’s mother has a heart condition. Let her go. Whatever your problem is, take it out on me!”
Julian grinned.
“Stella Sinclair, do you have any idea who Sebastian Shaw is? You so much as breathe his name, and he could erase you from the face of the earth.”
“You want me to let the old bag go? Fine. Slap yourself. Beg my forgiveness.”
“Actually, wait—two isn’t enough. Keep slapping until I say stop.”
Vivienne shouted, “Don’t you dare! You little bastard, I’ll never let this go!”
Before the words had left her mouth, Julian’s foot was already swinging toward her chest.
I let go of the kids and threw myself around Vivienne. His foot connected—hard enough that I thought my ribs had snapped.