Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 113: Compensation (Revised Edition)

The guilt on his face was like a drop of dew falling onto her long-dried heart.

Yes, just that kind of guilt.

Sienna Monroe touched her belly and slowly lowered her head, as if talking to herself, "Clearly... clearly, it was still in my belly yesterday, and now it’s gone... No wonder it was so disappointed in me, it was I... I didn’t protect him well."

"No, no, no." Caleb Sinclair grabbed her hand, "Don’t be like this, blame me, blame me for everything, it’s all my fault."

He would rather she unleash her anger on him, hit him, curse him—rather than sink into such internal torment that ultimately becomes inescapable.

Sienna Monroe raised her eyes, blinking lightly, as tears fell in streams.

"It’s indeed your fault. I remember every word you ever said to me, all your hopes for the child. It was you... you betrayed me and the child."

Caleb Sinclair handed her a tissue to wipe her tears, "I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong. Let the child come find me in dreams, whatever punishment it gives me, it’s fine, alright?"

"She won’t come again, she won’t come."

Sienna Monroe murmured repeatedly in a daze.

Like she had lost her soul, filled with such sorrow and despair.

Caleb Sinclair felt every breath was like swallowing thorns, stabbing in his throat, and the words of apology decayed into silent rust.

So light, yet so pungent.

Leaving him unable to speak anymore, only silently wiping away her tears.

He was wrong, completely wrong.

From the start, he shouldn’t have confirmed the relationship with Vivian Nash, even after that one night, he should have resolved it decisively.

Otherwise, how would it have come to this point today?

All this heartache and regret, he deserved it.

But Sienna Monroe and their child were innocent.

They shouldn’t have to endure so much.

At this moment, as if he were trying to piece together that mirror with a huge crack, no matter how hard he tried, it could never be restored to its original state.

Sienna Monroe pushed him away, her voice very light, very faint, without the energy to shout or scream, "Just leave, I want to be alone."

"Honey, let me stay with you without talking, okay?"

He was really uneasy with her in this condition.

Sienna Monroe looked at him, "I said, I don’t want to hear you call me ’honey.’"

Hearing it too much, it really felt ironic and disgusting.

Caleb Sinclair responded with difficulty, "Okay," watching her lie sideways, eyes fixed on the front, without knowing what she was thinking.

He indeed didn’t speak anymore, just stayed quietly with her, his gaze never leaving her for a moment.

While Sienna Monroe felt exhausted from the drama.

Deep fatigue enveloped her, yet didn’t allow her to fall asleep.

Approaching seven o’clock, Caleb Sinclair saw she hadn’t slept, and asked softly, "Sienna, should I fetch water for you to freshen up?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of tentative appeasement.

Sienna Monroe looked aside, after about ten seconds, nodded lightly.

Seeing this, Caleb Sinclair felt a touch of joy, she was still willing to accept what he handed over, it wasn’t too terrible.

He immediately went to the bathroom to bring a basin of hot water, brought toothpaste and toothbrush, carefully wrung a towel, squeezed the toothpaste, and finally poured her a cup of hot milk.

Sienna Monroe drank the milk, and around seven thirty, Auntie Rennick and the nurse came to check the room, asked simply about her condition, didn’t stay long, and then left.

Not long after, Mrs. Lewis came with breakfast, showed care to Sienna Monroe, and asked what she wanted to eat for lunch and dinner.

Sienna Monroe said she had no appetite, to make whatever she thought fit.

After Mrs. Lewis left, Sienna Monroe sat on the bed dazed for a while, soon after, drowsiness came.

After dreaming all night and getting up early, she slowly closed her eyes, took a nap, and when she woke, it was already past twelve.

June Ewing came to deliver food, accompanied by Isaac Sinclair.

She expected Isaac Sinclair to come to the hospital.

She spoke softly, "Dad, Mom, it’s good to see you."

Isaac Sinclair was slightly stunned to see her in this state.

As a daughter-in-law, Sienna Monroe was the one he was most satisfied with among the previous three.

After marrying into the family for over three years, she never had a quarrel with anyone, even if Rhonda Garrison and others schemed against her, she’d endure it gently without saying much.

Now Sienna Monroe’s hair was messy, her complexion extremely poor, dull eyes, red and swollen eyes.

Seeing that, he felt a bit of pity.

Thinking of the purpose of his visit today, he sharply looked at Caleb Sinclair, "Kneel!"

Caleb Sinclair, hearing this, instinctively looked at Sienna Monroe, pursed his lips, and knelt down.

"Sienna was carrying your child, and you dared to do such a thing to hurt her..."

Perhaps because he himself had committed adultery, Isaac Sinclair’s entire reprimand seemed to avoid crucial points.

Almost like a performance for Sienna Monroe.

During this, June Ewing didn’t interrupt, merely frowning a bit seeing Caleb Sinclair kneeling.

After Isaac Sinclair finished reprimanding his son, he didn’t let him stand up.

He glanced sideways at Sienna Monroe, seeing her still dazed, without much emotional fluctuation.

He could only change to a gentle expression, saying to Sienna Monroe, "Sienna, Dad knows you’ve been wronged and hurt, it’s that bastard who wronged you, also it’s our fault for not raising him well, not controlling him."

As he said this, he handed over two documents and a check to Sienna Monroe, "Since it’s our Sterling Family’s mistake, it’s fair to compensate. Have a look."

The two documents were for the transfer and title deeds of a luxury commercial street storefront in Southcroft.

The name of Isaac Sinclair was already signed and sealed at the party spot.

This store had renewed a five-year contract with Gucci’s counter, the remaining term was about three years, with an annual rent generally above three million.

It’s quite a profit-generating store.

As for the check, the amount was three million five hundred thousand.

Offering over ten million willingly to her, Isaac Sinclair was certainly making a substantial effort.