Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 123: The Last Emotional Card
Isaac Sinclair was at home resting today, reading the semi-annual summary report submitted by the subsidiaries of the group when the study door was slammed open. ππ«ππ²πππ―ππ¨π§ππ.ππ π¦
He saw June Ewing rush in, panic-stricken.
Furrowing his brows, he put the document down and asked, "Whatβs happened?"
June Ewing, eyes brimming with tears, clutched his arm, blood drained from her face.
Her long eyelashes cast two trembling shadows on her pale face.
Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of plea, "Radiance Beauty Spa is going to be raided by the police, Isaac, only you can help me now, will you help me?"
Isaac Sinclair looked at her in that state and his heart softened.
His brows relaxed, his gaze became gentler, and he grasped her hand, "Donβt worry, explain clearly, how could Radiance Beauty Spa suddenly be targeted for closure? Is someone targeting it secretly again?"
June Ewing thought, itβs already come to this, thereβs no need to hide it any longer.
Heβd have to find out sooner or later.
Now, itβs better to take the initiative.
After weighing it in her mind, tears flowed from Juneβs eyes, soaking his hand, "Radiance Beauty Spa... was reported for being involved in an underground prostitution ring, and the police have already come to investigate..."
"What?!"
Isaac Sinclairβs eyes widened in anger, his whole body as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.
He looked at her in disbelief, his voice echoing loudly in the study, "Prostitution? Radiance Beauty Spa is involved in prostitution?!"
Listening to the anger in his tone, June felt calm inside; she had anticipated his reaction when she came up.
Yet her face still bore the fragile look of porcelain, her legs gave out, and she sat on the ground, head tilted up, crying.
"I didnβt want to do it either, didnβt want to. I opened this beauty spa just so my life wouldnβt be so tight, so I wouldnβt have to hesitate for so long to buy a bag.
You know I came from a debutante training class, and when Claudia Reid and Beatrice Whitlock found out I was opening a shop, they came to suggest it. At first, I refused; Iβm at this age,
living happily, running this beauty spa without any worries, it wasnβt worth risking my future. But when they saw they couldnβt convince me, they began to threaten me,
saying if I didnβt agree, theyβd destroy me by any means, even harm my son, and pull the entire Sterling Family into hell. You and my son are my pillar of support,
how could I allow them to do that? But they pushed me too hard, I really had no choice but to agree.
Isaac, will you forgive me? Please? I truly know it was wrong, and I beg you to help me, I really donβt want to go to jail, Iβm begging you."
Her words were drenched in tears, filled with grievances and helplessness over the years.
Back then, Isaac Sinclair broke up with her because he found out she came from a debutante training class, thinking she had ulterior motives, plus she was discovered by Rhonda Garrison.
Claudia Reid and Beatrice Whitlock, he had also heard about from June.
Isaac quickly contemplated in his mind, the police had already raided Radiance Beauty Spa, trying to suppress this wonβt work, itβs bound to become big news!
At that time, the reputation of The Sinclair Group and the Sterling Family will certainly be affected.
Back then, when he brought June and her son back, The Sinclair Groupβs stock evaporated tens of millions, even billions overnight.
He couldnβt even imagine what The Sinclair Group would face this time.
Thinking of this, he shook his hand off her, stood up angrily and said, "For such a big matter, why didnβt you tell me earlier? How capable can those two be, can they overturn the heavens? Now you want me to help? How am I supposed to help you? Ah? Iβm going to become the laughing stock of the entire elite circle in Imperial City! You still want me to help you? Who will help me?
Who can help me restore the Sterling Familyβs reputation, the companyβs honor and benefits? June Ewing, youβve really brought disaster upon me!"
June, pushed by him, staggered, and used her palm to steady herself, the slight friction bringing delicate pain.
Underneath her hair, her eyes contained a storm.
Sure enough.
At such a time, he only valued the familyβs and the enterpriseβs interests.
Despite knowing it would come to this, June still felt stifled, as if her heart and lungs were injected with air, every breath bringing immense pain.
She had been with him for over ten years, even bore a son for him.
And yet he could so easily discard her.
How laughable, how pathetic.
No matter, she still had a trump card.
How would it matter if this matter came out as long as Sienna Monroe and she were on the same boat? Even if she went in now, it didnβt matter.
Since Isaac wasnβt willing to protect her, there was no need to cry and irritate him further.
Now, the only thing she could use was the last card of emotion.
To ensure Calebβs future life and treatment wouldnβt be affected by this.
She slumped her shoulders, the slender neck formed a fragile arc, her tear-soaked eyes looked like they were cloaked in misty glass, her body began to tremble.
A dry mutter escaped her throat, "Itβs okay, itβs okay..."
Speaking, she frantically grabbed Isaac Sinclairβs pant leg, pleading miserably, "I deserve this, itβs okay if you canβt save me, I can admit to everything.
But, Isaac, I met you when I was 21, gave birth to Caleb at 25, in my entire life, thereβs only you as a man and only Caleb as a son,
can I ask you, for the sake that I have accompanied you for so many years, and for the sake of the blood he shares with you, after I go in, donβt hate him because of me, please?"
Isaac Sinclair heard her words, and that soft "Isaac".
The anger in his eyes paused.
This name, sheβs been calling him since they met, for decades.
He remembered when he first saw her; indeed, she was a pure, gentle college student with little opinion, who evoked pity with her helpless eyes when seeking his help.
Now seeing her leaning against his leg, crying uncontrollably, the pitiful, fragile figure, and those same moist eyes overlapped with the darling of thirty years ago.
Those memories, like an overwhelming tide, drowned him.
That fury, at this moment, suddenly had nowhere to go.
Over the years, he indeed owed her a lot.
He also made her endure many grievances, but every time, she would comfort him in return.
Even when Rhonda Garrison scolded her harshly, she would just smile and say, "Itβs okay, itβs already a huge concession for my sister to let me into the Sterling Family; if scolding me makes her feel better, my conscience will be a little more at ease."
She was always so understanding, gentle and considerate.
Never made things difficult for him.
She just said she didnβt want to hesitate for a long time to buy a designer handbag.
In thirty years, she gave her entire youth to him, and what he could give her was indeed not much.
He felt a little pity and guilt in his heart.
His back remained rigid for several minutes, forcibly suppressing that hint of unease in his heart, slowly squatting down, holding her shoulders, looking at her rain-washed face.
A poignant pain that words couldnβt describe welled up in his heart.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting out a heavy sigh, "Caleb is our son, how much I cherish him, and have hopes for him, donβt you know?"
June Ewing was slightly stunned, surprise flashing in her eyes.
In her heart, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
All these years, she knew Isaac Sinclair too well, as long as she could evoke his pity and guilt, this emotional card would be successfully played.
At least, during Isaac Sinclairβs lifetime, Caleb would be okay; when heβs gone, Calebβs position would be secure.
Rhonda Garrison and her three sons wouldnβt pose much of a threat.
Her tears blinked away, and she feigned disbelief, asking, "You really... will protect him?"
As the words fell, suddenly there was a knock at the door.
The servant, looking at the scene, froze for a moment, "Family Head, suddenly five or six policemen came in, saying thereβs a prostitution case and they want to arrest Second Madam."
June Ewingβs heart skipped a beat, pupils constricted.
So soon?
Werenβt they investigating Radiance Beauty Spa?
How could this be?
She clung to Isaac Sinclairβs coat, trembling in fear and terror, "Isaac, what... what should I do? Theyβve really come... come to arrest me, I... I..."
Isaacβs face darkened, the grip on her shoulder tightened, his tone hesitant, "June, you need to cooperate with the police, Iβll think of a way."
June Ewing was stunned for a moment, at that moment, she actually felt a bit moved.
Under such circumstances, he really was willing to help her.
Did it mean that, in his heart, there was still a place for her?
