Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 115: Yeah, What Can He Give?

The calculating couple watched Sienna Monroe finish her meal before leaving.

Before departing, Isaac Sinclair sternly warned Caleb Sinclair to take good care of Sienna or else he’d skin him alive.

Only after they left did Caleb get up from the floor, feeling an excruciating pain from his knee.

Both legs were numb.

He leaned against the wall, lifted his gaze to Sienna, and saw her staring blankly at the check and documents in her hand.

He understood the deep intent behind his parents’ actions.

It was for the family’s interests.

Those compensations were indeed what Sienna deserved, but if they could... prevent her from leaving, he selfishly thought it wouldn’t be a bad plan.

Ignoring the pain in his knees, he struggled to move over.

Standing at the bedside, he softly said, "Sienna, since Dad gave them to you, just take them. I also have five or six shops in Southcroft and Eastwood to pass on to you..."

"No need."

Sienna interrupted him, casually placing the items on the nightstand, showing no intention to sign.

Those five or six shops would eventually belong to her anyway.

Once divorced, Caleb would leave with nothing, and then they could be transferred to her without any hassle.

Caleb paused, asking quietly, "Then what do you want?"

At his words, Sienna slowly raised her head to look at him, a hint of sadness hidden in her empty eyes, "What can you give me?"

Indeed.

What could he offer?

Anything he gave seemed shallow.

Yet he still wanted to give, as if he would only have worth if she needed him.

He held her hand, "I can give anything, as long as you’re willing to take it."

Even his life.

Looking at his deep and determined expression, Sienna’s nose inexplicably turned sour.

She averted her gaze, "I don’t want anything but my child back. Can you do that?"

Caleb’s throat choked, his deep voice sounding torn, "The child... we can..."

Have another.

They were still so young.

But looking into Sienna’s eyes, he couldn’t finish the sentence.

Sienna didn’t want to listen anymore, turning over and letting tears slide across her nose to her other eye.

Letting the ward sink into deathly silence.

Around three in the afternoon, Isaac had someone bring over another transfer contract and title deed, along with June Ewing’s two million.

The money arrived quickly, but June Ewing’s funds went through the Radiance Beauty Spa’s account.

June Ewing was indeed smart.

Worried they wouldn’t link her to Radiance Beauty Spa.

She tugged the corner of her mouth in amusement, hesitated for a long time, and still screenshotted the transaction to Sebastian Prescott, asking if it would affect anything.

The transaction had no remarks, making it hard to explain based on the record alone.

If June ever claimed they were dividends from the spa’s underground industry, there would be no evidence against it.

After all, a transaction like this wouldn’t appear in the spa’s underground accounts.

Sebastian advised her to chat with June on WeChat about the transaction’s origin, so she’d have a conversation record as evidence for later.

And better not take screenshots but record the screen.

However, June was clever and cautious. In their seven or eight-minute chat, she never revealed the true reason for transferring the two million.

Sienna felt a bit frustrated.

Afraid of arousing June’s suspicion if she continued to pursue the issue.

After thinking for half a minute, she tentatively typed with a hint of guidance: [I know Dad and Mom want to compensate for my miscarriage, but it’s really too much...]

June, who lost nearly ten million today, was in a bad mood and irritable.

Her patience with Sienna waned: [You need to rest more now. Holding your phone too much isn’t good for your eyes. Since it’s yours, just take it.]

Seeing these words, Sienna breathed a slight sigh of relief, thanked her again, and recorded and sent the chat to Sebastian.

She asked Sebastian: [Is this alright?]

Sebastian replied a minute later: [Yes. I’ve saved the evidence for you on my end.]

She responded with "okay" and was about to exit their chat when another message popped up: [How’s it going? Is everything okay?]

[Yes, everything’s going smoothly. Isaac came at noon, gave me two rental-heavy shops and a check, along with a transfer contract and title deed.]

Sebastian: [Don’t sign the contract yet, let me review it first.]

Isaac, having been in the business for forty years, had turned into an old fox.

Sebastian worried he might have hidden traps in the contract, causing Sienna to suffer loss.

So, it needed his review.

Sienna thought the same, so she was in no rush to sign it: [Alright, I’ll bring it to you after being discharged.]

Sebastian: [When will you be discharged?]

Sienna: [In about a week.]

Actually, she could be discharged the day after tomorrow; she just needed to rest well at home, but June and Caleb would undoubtedly prefer her to stay a few more days in the hospital for peace of mind.

She recalled Auntie Rennick mentioning Clarice Shelby yesterday and asked: [Is the Deputy Director of Anesthesiology at Central General Hospital, Clarice Shelby, arranged by you?]

Sebastian replied after two or three minutes: [A friend of mine.]

Sienna understood: [Thank you.]

Sebastian: [Mm.]

Not a word more.

As Sienna exited WeChat, before she could put her phone down, Fabian Hughes called: "Sienna, everything’s arranged as your uncle planned."

Hearing this, Sienna’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, but her eyes were already filled with joy.

One step closer to freeing herself from the shackles of shares.

"Great, thank you, Uncle."

As she spoke, the ward door opened, and Caleb walked in with a plate of sliced oranges and kiwis. Hearing her say "Uncle," his body froze.

His gaze held a few traces of unease and pleading, along with a hint of pitifulness.

Sienna heard the door open, met his gaze, pursed her lips, and told Fabian on the phone, "Mm, I know, Uncle. Rest assured, I know what I’m doing."

After hanging up, she tossed her phone beside the pillow.

Caleb, feeling as if his legs were weighted, moved to the bedside, speaking with a smile tinged in his voice, "Sienna, I spoke with Auntie Rennick, and she said you can now supplement with some Vitamin C and eat some fruits. Try it, it’s not sour at all."

Since yesterday, Sienna had been maintaining a weak and lethargic image.

Eating very little at each meal.

At noon, she only had some soup and was indeed a bit hungry now.

She glanced at the fruit plate for a few seconds before picking up a fork to try it.

Caleb’s enchanting eyes flashed a hint of a smile, but it was quickly overshadowed by worry. He hesitated, testing the waters, "Was that... Uncle calling just now?"

"Mm."

Sienna lightly responded.

Caleb’s heart tightened, feeling difficult to articulate, "Does Uncle know you’re in the hospital?"

Sienna’s action of eating fruit halted.

Her fake pregnancy was unknown to her uncle, so the pretend miscarriage wasn’t something she intended to reveal either.

She looked at Caleb’s anxious face, her voice still soft, yet laced with sarcasm, "I haven’t even told them about the pregnancy yet. Is there a need to mention it now?"