CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: WHAT KIND OF VALUE CAN IT CREATE FOR HIM?

Room 1408 at The Crestview Hotel.

Vivian Nash swiped her card to enter the room and looked up, taking in the familiar, nostalgic surroundings. After more than a month away, she surprisingly felt both stirred and at peace inside.

Throughout her time in hiding, it was her memories with Caleb Sinclair that kept her going.

She believed as long as he was around, even for the child in her womb, he wouldn’t be heartless.

She also had ways to make him relent.

This afternoon, when Caleb suddenly messaged her, asking to meet at The Crestview Hotel, she couldn’t help but tremble with excitement, filled with confidence and absolute assurance about this meeting.

She also understood what kind of anger she would face when she saw Caleb later.

After all, he had witnessed with his own eyes when she pushed Sienna Monroe.

Just thinking of Sienna made her eyes blaze with uncontrollable anger.

That day, Sienna was intentionally provoking her!

Trying to make her lash out on purpose.

Everything was part of Sienna’s plan.

She even calculated the timing of Caleb going upstairs.

She never expected Sienna to have such cunning!

Because of her, she had been living a life of hiding for more than a month.

The fear, panic, hindsight, and anxiety nearly crushed her completely.

When she decided to return from Solara, she anticipated it and was mentally prepared.

She took a few deep breaths, and suddenly the door was knocked.

Vivian was startled, her heart accelerated. After half a minute, she let her elation settle down, got up, and opened the door.

As soon as she saw the tall, handsome figure with a gentle demeanor standing outside, her eyes instinctively reddened.

Her sweet, soft voice carried a slight tremble, "Caleb... I finally see you."

When she reached out to touch him, Caleb coldly avoided her.

His tone was filled with disgust, "Don’t touch me!"

Vivian’s hand froze in mid-air, all color drained from her face.

Her heart seemed to stop.

As he walked straight into the room, his eyes carried a strange emotion. She bit her lip, retracted her hand, and shut the door.

When she turned back, traces of sorrow and hurt were still evident on her pale, thin cheeks. Her misty eyes looked at him pitifully.

She softly murmured, "Caleb..."

Unfortunately, just as she started speaking, she was unpreparedly caught in the angry, hostile eyes beneath his lenses.

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Caleb no longer had the patience or warmth for her as before, just looked at her coldly. His words had no warmth in them.

"I thought you wouldn’t dare to come back."

Listening closely, there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Vivian naturally picked up on it.

Her eyes heated up, looking as if she might cry, her voice bitter, "I can’t bear to be away from you, how could I not come back? If I hadn’t been forced to the edge, I never thought about leaving at all.

This past month and more, I haven’t been well either. I know you hate me for pushing Sienna. Sienna was my friend for ten years too, I’m upset in my heart,

but that day, I truly didn’t do it on purpose. My mother found out I was being a mistress and couldn’t accept it, forcing me to have an abortion. I was really on edge at that time, then I lost my mind after a few words from Sienna and acted without thinking.

Later, I wanted to visit Sienna personally and apologize, but someone wanted my and the child’s life, so I had no choice but to leave Imperial City, living anxiously every day, fearing I wouldn’t live to see you again.

I admit I handled things poorly because Sienna lost her child because of me. I’m sorry, Caleb, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong.

I know after today, you won’t want to see me again. I don’t ask for your forgiveness, I just wanted to see you one last time to say I’m sorry.

If Sienna is willing to see me, I also want to apologize to her personally, whether for ruining her marriage or the issue with the child, I should apologize to her."

She spoke tearfully, her expression sorrowful, pitiful, helpless, and hopeless.

In every explanation, she only gave one or two sentences, not avoiding the important parts, sincerely acknowledging her mistakes.

She subtly pointed out that losing control that day was due to Sienna’s provocation.

It indirectly implied that Sienna actually knew about her and Caleb’s relationship beforehand, and her so-called comfort and concern were just acting to deceive them.

However, this was overshadowed by her sincere admission of fault.

She didn’t need Caleb to realize the probe now; she only needed Caleb to reflect on and grasp the subtleties later.

And it was enough for her to show her weak, helpless, pitiful, and guilty side.

They say there’s no smoke without fire; their issues weren’t entirely her fault.

At the very least, Caleb bore the majority of the responsibility.

Even so, Vivian naturally wouldn’t outright accuse him and took the blame herself, which was always the right move.

Additionally, she couldn’t shirk the blame for Sienna’s miscarriage, no matter how much she wanted to express; she could only apologize now.

She knew Caleb’s nature too well.

But Caleb wouldn’t let go of his towering rage just because of her few words.

Instead, hearing she still wanted to see Sienna, he became more furious, speaking through gritted teeth, "You still want to see Sienna? I warn you, stay away from her.

She can’t handle any stress now. If she finds out you’re back pregnant, I definitely won’t let you off!"

His tone was sharp, not showing the usual warm and gentle side.

Whenever he saw Vivian’s face, the scene from the rooftop where she maliciously pushed Sienna flashed in his mind.

He couldn’t forget how Sienna clung despairingly to his clothes, whether it was pain or disappointment, harshly saying, "Caleb, our child... the child..."

And her devastated expression upon waking up from surgery...

Suddenly, his gaze faltered.

Thinking of these inevitably led him to remember Sienna’s deceit and her secret dealings with Sebastian Prescott.

He clenched his fists, his gaze towards Vivian becoming increasingly unkind.

Vivian felt a bit alarmed inside, sensing his deep-seated hatred towards her.

The confidence that nearly overflowed her chest moments ago now seemed to dissipate a little.

She trembled all over, like a startled Hart, "I didn’t mean to stress Sienna, if you don’t like it... I won’t go, just don’t be like this, I’m... I’m scared."

Caleb remained unmoved, coldly glancing at her still flat belly and ordered, "Go get rid of the child inside you!"

Vivian’s eyes widened in shock, retreating two steps from the blow, tears streaming down her cheeks.

That fragile form looked as if it might shatter any moment.

Her lips trembled, "You... you want me to have an abortion too? Caleb, do you... know I’ll never be able to conceive again if I abort this child?

You... you can’t do this to me, can’t erase its existence. This is our child. In eight months, it will be born into this world.

Even if... even if I’m begging you, okay? I don’t want to lose this child. Over this past month, I’ve done my best to protect it, just to see it come into this world.

Aren’t you looking forward to it at all? It’s your biological son!

Caleb, even if you really don’t like this child, I can disappear forever, take it and vanish, okay? Even if you want me to pay for Sienna, she can punish and scold me however she wants. I only ask you not to be so heartless to make me terminate this pregnancy."

The child was always Caleb’s most valued and anticipated thing.

Since marrying Sienna, he mentioned having children twice, but both times Sienna declined. After Leah Hughes died, Sienna was heartbroken and took over the art gallery.

She had even less time to think about having children.

As Isaac Sinclair got older, he liked being surrounded by grandchildren. Every time he saw his older brothers’ children around Isaac’s knees, Caleb felt envious inside.

If he had a child, he could gain more things.

But Sienna was unwilling to have one with him.

Even the one she conceived was lost...

His resentment towards Vivian mixed in many reasons, any of which was justifiable.

But what about the child in Vivian’s womb?

It was his, but what kind of value could it bring him?

During the division of family assets, would he get an extra share?