Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 105: No Rejection, No Response, No Responsibility
Sienna Monroe’s concern and worry were evident, both in her expression and tone.
For Vivian Nash, who was trapped in a dark and desperate situation, it was undoubtedly a glimmer of light.
Her heart was slightly moved, and she sniffed, her voice light and aggrieved.
She lowered her head and spoke with a hint of sincerity, "I’m sorry, Sienna, I’m just... I’m so confused, I can’t figure things out..."
"You can’t figure it out? Aren’t I here to help you? Why do you need to keep everything bottled up inside?" Sienna replied, sighing softly, her attitude slightly softened.
She comforted, "Alright, stop crying now. Pregnant women shouldn’t cry, or else the child might end up being unhappy."
Standing at the doorway, Autumn Leigh knew she shouldn’t stay here right now.
She felt sad about the resentment Vivian had towards her.
So she spoke at the right moment, "Sienna, you stay here and talk more with Vivian. I’ll head back for a bit to get her some daily necessities."
Sienna, hearing this, embraced Vivian’s shoulder and nodded at Autumn, "Okay, Auntie, take care."
Once the ward door closed, Sienna’s gaze briefly lingered on Caleb Sinai before returning to him.
Seeing him still calm and composed, without a trace of concern, as if he were merely an outside observer.
So composed, so indifferent.
Without an ounce of responsibility.
A trace of disdain flashed across her eyes.
Wasting over six years on someone like this is truly not worth it.
She suppressed the emotions in her heart and softly analyzed, "When I came up earlier, Auntie and I talked a bit. It’s not that I’m taking her side, but in this matter, your boyfriend indeed acted coldly,
If he were a real man, at least he wouldn’t let you face this alone. He should have stood up to defend you and protect your child. Yet here you are, two or three days in the hospital, and he’s not even around. Such a man is not reliable."
Vivian, hearing this, unconsciously glanced at Caleb from the corner of her eye.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t see the care and delight she longed for on his face.
This left her feeling a bit uneasy.
The child in her womb, he must have guessed who it belongs to.
Would he like this child?
Would he look forward to it and love it as he does Sienna’s child?
The more she thought about this, the more her heart ached, so she tried to explain, "I believe he isn’t that kind of person. He’s been busy lately..."
"Even if busy, there should be priorities!"
Sienna thoughtfully provided an example, "Look at Caleb, today I said I needed to come to the hospital for a check-up, and he even postponed an important overseas meeting,
typically he takes time to cook for me, drive me to the gallery, from which you can see how much he cares for you. Could anything be more important than you?
The child inside you is his flesh and blood. If he can’t control himself, he shouldn’t have gotten involved with you. Now disappearing on you? What’s he trying to do, upset you further?"
She spoke at length, then turned to Caleb for confirmation, "Honey, isn’t that right?"
Caleb paused slightly, tightening his throat, her righteous words pierced into his heart and lungs like a sharp blade.
Blood flowed freely.
The sharp pain corroding his senses.
But what could he say now?
He seemed to have nothing to say, no way to justify himself.
He tightened his fist by his side, putting on a gentle and warm expression, softly calming, "Hmm, what you say makes sense. But speak calmly, don’t get angry."
Sienna shot him a speechless glance, "Are you brushing me off?"
Caleb’s tone was helpless yet doting, "No, how could I dare? What my wife says is always right."
Vivian watched the two of them openly show affection and bicker lovingly right before her, especially Caleb’s gentle and loving eyes, which deeply pierced her heart.
The glimmer of light Sienna’s concern had brought her was instantly swallowed by darkness.
And it turned into endless anger and resentment.
The tissue in her hand, stained with tears, was clenched tightly, already unrecognizable.
She pretended to be heartbroken, interrupting their exchange, focusing on the main point, "It’s really not his fault. Things happened so suddenly these days,
I didn’t even have time to call him about it. I left my phone at home, and after so many days, it’s probably out of battery and turned off..."
Vivian spoke, beginning to choke up again, "I know my mother wants me to abort the child, considering the shame of having a child out of wedlock. But... the doctor said if I abort this child, it would be very difficult to conceive again.
I... I can’t bear it... I don’t want to lose the right to be a mother."
Implicitly expressing her desire to keep the child.
The smile in Caleb Sinclair’s eyes faded a little.
It’s hard to describe what he’s feeling, very complicated.
She might find it difficult to conceive in the future?
If the child is really aborted, for a woman who might struggle to get pregnant again, it is indeed quite cruel.
In an instant, his heart seemed to be dipped in an oil pan, then mercilessly thrown into a muddy swamp, where it began to struggle desperately.
Sienna Monroe’s eyebrows moved slightly.
She knew that Vivian Nash was deliberately saying this for Caleb Sinclair to hear, trying to provoke his pity and soften his heart.
But what value does Caleb Sinclair’s pity and softened heart hold?
Something worthless, only considered a treasure by Vivian Nash.
She showed just the right amount of shock on her face, "Hard to conceive? How could it be... wasn’t that bastard harming you? He must know about this, Vivian, do you remember his number? Use my phone to call him!"
Vivian Nash was stunned, nervously picking at her nails, "I... I can’t remember his number."
"Logically, with you being in the hospital these days, if he couldn’t reach you, wouldn’t he come to your place to find you? He could just inquire with the security and property management. But now that you don’t contact him, and he’s not coming to find you, does that make sense?"
Sienna Monroe frowned, "I feel like he’s keeping his options open. This isn’t an ordinary relationship at all.
Neither rejecting, nor committing, nor taking responsibility—he plays the scumbag role to the hilt. Some men’s promises have a shorter shelf life than yogurt on supermarket promotion.
You’re just foolish, still holding expectations for him. A scumbag like him should be thrown into the non-recyclable trash bin."
Vivian Nash swallowed a bit of bitterness in her throat.
Yeah.
Her relationship with Caleb Sinclair had lasted over a year and was always kept hidden.
The term ’ordinary love’ was something she couldn’t even dream of reaching.
But when she thought about being wronged and beaten while trapped, arguing for her child and mother, Caleb was there cooking for Sienna, caring for her meticulously, thoughtfully.
Her heart’s unrest rose like a tide.
The beast, suppressed in her chest for so long, also struggled desperately to break free from its cage.
She gritted her teeth, lifting her tear-filled eyes, looking pitifully at Caleb Sinclair.
From the moment she entered, he hadn’t looked her directly in the eye, not even offering a word of concern.
Caleb stood there in a daze, wounded all over by Sienna Monroe’s piercing words, also breeding a certain indescribable shame within him.
He had never expected that the gentle and amiable Sienna would curse someone so brutally.
Moreover, without a single curse word, she could reduce someone to dust.
Was he really that worthless...
This thought made his heart restless, unwilling to stay longer, lifted his eyelids, only to unexpectedly meet Vivian Nash’s gaze.
Her normally charming and gentle eyes seemed shrouded in mist, unable to reflect any light.
Her eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her pale face, fluttering like butterfly wings, about to dissolve in the warm winter breeze at any moment.
There seemed to be confusion, fragility, helplessness, hope within them.
Caleb’s heart stirred violently, a trace of pity eventually passing through his eyes, entwined tightly with the shame and disgrace that had just risen, inseparable.
Not wanting Sienna Monroe to notice any clues, he quickly suppressed the emotions in his eyes, diverted his gaze, and casually found an excuse to step out, "Sienna, I’ll go get a number for you, you two talk."
Sienna slightly turned her head, her almond-shaped eyes seemed about to see through him.
Didn’t he always have a strong psyche?
After just a couple of insults, he couldn’t stand it?
She tugged at the corners of her mouth, responding faintly, "Alright."
Vivian Nash watched him leave resolutely, and suddenly her once-upright shoulders slumped.
Her eyes turned hollow once again.
He didn’t even bother to give her a comforting look.
Was he really planning to abandon her?
Even not wanting the child inside her?
Sienna Monroe retrieved her gaze and saw her looking devastated and deeply hit, a hint of sneer swiftly flashed in her eyes, she subtly arched her brows.
The time had come.
The main act was about to begin.
She softly said, "Vivian, it’s a bit stuffy in this room. You can’t stay so stifled now; the sun is shining nicely today, let’s go for a walk on the rooftop."
