The Spring Festival was approaching, and Caden Hawthorne sent people to bring Old Master Hawthorne back from the old countryside residence, hoping that the old man could witness the birth of Vivian Lynch’s twins. Caden Hawthorne accompanied Vivian Lynch out of the hospital, when he received a call from Bryan Coleman. "Hello, President Hawthorne, bad news, the old man has fainted." "What?" Caden Hawthorne was shocked upon hearing the news, "Where is grandpa now?" "The old man has been sent to the city’s First Hospital, I’m also at the hospital now," Bryan Coleman said urgently. Caden Hawthorne’s face turned solemn, "Alright, I’ll head there right away." He then turned to Vivian Lynch, his tone full of worry: "Vivian, grandpa has fainted and is at the hospital now, I need to go there immediately." Vivian Lynch also showed a look of anxiety, "Then let’s hurry over!" Upon hearing this, Caden hesitated for a moment and said, "Vivian, you’re not in a convenient state now, you should go home first. I’ll go to the hospital to check on grandpa and update you immediately." Vivian looked at Caden with some concern, "But I’m really worried about grandpa too." "Be good, listen to me." Caden Hawthorne reached out to touch Vivian’s head, "I’ll have Uncle Hughes come pick you up." With that, Caden quickly called Simon Hughes to inform him to pick Vivian Lynch up from the hospital. In no time, Simon Hughes arrived at the hospital. Caden handed Vivian over to Simon Hughes, repeatedly reminding him to take care of her. Though filled with worry, Vivian knew her current physical condition made it unsuitable to run around the hospital, so she had to follow Caden’s arrangement. After watching Vivian’s car leave, Caden immediately drove to the city’s First Hospital. In the hospital, Old Master Hawthorne lay on the hospital bed while the doctor conducted various examinations. Bryan Coleman waited anxiously aside for Caden’s arrival. Caden rushed to the hospital, and upon seeing Bryan, quickly asked, "How is grandpa?" Bryan frowned, "The doctor is still examining him, the specifics aren’t clear yet. But the old man looks very weak." Caden’s heart tightened, as he paced anxiously outside the ward, waiting for the doctor’s diagnosis. At this moment, Vivian sat in the car, watching the nighttime scenery out the window, feeling a sudden surge of worry. Vivian slightly furrowed her brows, her hands instinctively placed on her rounded belly. In her heart, she silently prayed for the safe well-being of Old Master Hawthorne and hoped Caden wouldn’t worry too much. The car drove smoothly down the road, with flashing lights outside the window, unable to dispel the worry in Vivian’s heart. Suddenly, the car braked sharply. Vivian was caught off guard, bumping her head onto the seat ahead. She rubbed her forehead and couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle Hughes, what happened?" "Madam, don’t speak, there are people ahead." Simon Hughes looked tense, noticing several men in black standing ahead with long iron rods, seemingly ready for confrontation. Vivian also felt scared, "Uncle Hughes, what should we do?" "Madam, last time we couldn’t protect you, allowing you to be kidnapped. This time, even if it costs me my life, I will protect you." Simon Hughes bit his lip, making a firm resolve. "Uncle Hughes, there are so many of them, you can’t fight them." Vivian sounded nervous, "Should we call the police?" Saying this, Vivian took out her phone, her hand shaking as people tend to when extremely nervous. "Madam, hold tight, I’ll rush us out." Soon, the men surrounded the car so tightly that finding the doors locked, they began striking the windows with their iron rods. Vivian was frightened, her face pale, almost dropping her phone. Simon gripped the steering wheel tightly, sweat forming on his forehead. "Don’t be afraid, madam. I will get us out," Simon took a deep breath and slammed on the gas, causing the car to surge forward like an arrow. The men in black were startled by the sudden move, dodging frantically. Yet, several men refused to give up, chasing after the car. Simon drove while nervously observing the surrounding situation. Vivian tightly gripped her seat, filled with fear. "Uncle Hughes, they’re still chasing us," Vivian said in a trembling voice. "Don’t worry, madam, I’ll find a way to shake them off," Simon focused entirely on steering the car, weaving through the road. At that moment, a sports car appeared ahead, determined to crash into them; Simon couldn’t dodge in time, spinning the wheel sharply, and the car collided with a roadside utility pole. With a "bang," the car’s front was instantly smashed, and the airbags deployed. Vivian rolled off her seat, her head hitting the car door, causing her sharp pain and drawing a breath. Meanwhile, a woman in another car watched the mangled vehicle nearby, a cold smile twisting on her lips. Vivian clutched her stomach, enduring the pain, struggling to get up only to find Simon Hughes also suffered a head injury, unconscious in his seat. Desperate, Vivian couldn’t help but shake Simon, "Uncle Hughes, wake up." With no response from Simon, Vivian hurriedly picked up her phone to call for emergency services. Having called for help, Vivian’s heart filled with fear and worry. Seeing the chaos around, she was unaware of what might happen next. She clutched her belly tightly, praying silently for the safety of the twins inside. At this moment, she deeply hoped Caden Hawthorne could be with her, providing her strength and comfort. But she knew, right now, she had to rely on herself. The source of this content ɪs NoveIＦire.net Suddenly, she smelled gasoline. Vivian’s heart tightened, knowing it meant the car could explode into flames anytime. She forced herself to endure the physical pain and stay calm. She tried once more to wake Simon, but he remained unresponsive. With no other option, Vivian found the car’s hammer, and used it to break the window glass, stepping on the seat and crawling out of the car. Then, she dragged herself to the driver’s position despite her discomfort, attempting to open the car door. The door was completely locked, but fortunately, the windshield was shattered. Vivian summoned all her strength to pull Simon out, calling out, "Uncle Hughes, wake up, don’t sleep..." Every movement brought sharp pain in Vivian’s belly, but she didn’t give up. She knew if they didn’t leave soon, they faced even greater danger. Finally, Vivian managed to drag Simon to a safe spot. By now, she was totally exhausted, collapsing on the ground. In the distance, the faint sound of an ambulance approached. Vivian felt a glimmer of hope, clutching her belly, praying the ambulance would arrive quickly. She could no longer withstand the pain, passing out on the ground.