Chapter 11

The next day, Vivian finally remembered her babies. I was sitting in the study, tapping a finger lightly on the table, when there was a loud banging on the door and the sound of piercing screams. "Rowan! Where are the children? Where are my children?" She was almost throwing herself at the door, and her voice was extremely shrill. I pulled the door open slowly and looked at her. Her face was contorted with rage and fear. "They're premature babies and are very weak. Naturally, they need to be kept in hospital incubators for observation. Don't you know that?" "I want to see them immediately! Right now!" She reached out to grab me, but I dodged her. "The hospital has rules. Newborns have low immunity, so you can't visit them right now." She turned as pale as a sheet and reached for her phone, her hands trembling. "I am going to call the police." "Suit yourself." I turned and went back to my computer. I couldn't even be bothered to look at her again. After some time, my phon