Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 127: She Thinks She’s Already Kind Enough
Sienna Monroe paused, meeting his deep, dark eyes, which seemed to harbor an emotion she couldn’t quite grasp.
She gently smiled, "It’s acting, but the more real, the more convincing."
Sebastian Prescott’s thin lips pressed into a straight line.
He had learned a bit about the hospital situation from Clarice Shelby over the past few days, but it wasn’t very comprehensive.
After all, Clarice Shelby couldn’t visit Sienna Monroe in her room, also to avoid Caleb Sinclair noticing any clues and finding out about her relationship with him.
All he knew was that Sienna Monroe’s plan was going smoothly, and everything was progressing in an orderly manner.
It was truly unclear how she acted, to the point where she was able to exhaust herself this way.
There wasn’t a single trace of pretense visible.
Sienna Monroe noticed him staring at her continuously, and a faint, unnatural feeling crept up from the depths of her heart.
She tried to suppress it further and said with a smile, "I’m fine. The only real thing is my swollen eyes, the rest is just acting."
Hearing her say this, Sebastian Prescott, for some reason, felt his worry deepen.
He slightly furrowed his brow, replied with an indifferent "Um," and stopped asking further, opening the passenger door, "Get in the car first."
Sienna Monroe nodded, bending over as she got in the car.
He walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove out of the police station parking lot.
The car was silent for a while, and as the awkwardness began to spread, she timely asked, "Leaving like this... won’t be a problem, right?"
Sebastian Prescott turned his head, accurately capturing a flash of hesitation in her eyes, easily guessing what she was concerned about.
"I’ve talked to Captain Chaney; for the time being, he won’t mention your departure to anyone inside."
The people inside referred to Caleb Sinclair and June Ewing.
He quickly retracted his gaze, adding a bit more, "June Ewing brought up your name several times during last night’s interrogation; it seems she’s trying to tie you unforgivingly to the same ship."
Sienna Monroe’s expression paused for a moment, her eyes showing no surprise.
Even though Isaac Sinclair had promised to help June Ewing, with her inside and completely cut off from outside contact, she was probably feeling insecure.
She thought as long as she was also caught, the Monroe and Sinclair families wouldn’t sit idly by, giving her additional protection.
With this thought, Sienna Monroe revealed just two parts of worry between her brows, "So... does it matter?"
Sebastian Prescott turned the steering wheel, his tone indifferent, "The evidence you’ve uncovered is enough to refute her testimony, so there’s no need to worry about that. However... you did receive two dividend payments from Radiance Beauty Spa,
which the police will likely investigate; part of the underground earnings will likely be paid as fines. You need to sort out the records of the two dividend payments today and send them to me."
The first dividend was paid over half a year ago.
At that time, she was unaware of the underground business, and that money had long been mixed with her usual financial spending.
It’s already indistinguishable.
But last month’s half-year dividend, she hadn’t touched; it was completely preserved.
Sienna Monroe let out a relieved breath, "Got it."
The car was silent again for about two minutes before Sebastian Prescott asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Hmm?" She was bewildered, unable to react.
Sebastian Prescott didn’t speak, gently tapping the central control screen with his slender fingers.
It’s nine minutes to noon.
Sienna Monroe realized this, softly saying, "Anything’s fine."
The car drove for another ten minutes before stopping in front of a cozy Chinese restaurant that didn’t appear too upscale and wasn’t large in size.
Sebastian Prescott parked the car, led her inside, and sat at a position towards the back.
He slid the menu in front of her.
During her stay in the hospital, she mostly had bland food, predominantly porridge in the first three or four days.
Seeing the dishes on the menu now, Sienna Monroe truly had a hard time resisting; she didn’t object and ordered two dishes she wanted before giving the menu back to him.
"I’ve finished picking; it’s your turn."
Sebastian Prescott didn’t flip through the menu, simply ordered two signature dishes from the restaurant along with a lotus root and rib soup.
The waiter noted it down and walked away with the menu.
Sienna Monroe took a sip of refreshing wheat tea, casually asking, "You’re quite familiar with this place."
"I’ve been here a few times." Sebastian Prescott’s voice was very mild, "Their lotus root and rib soup is quite good."
Sienna Monroe nodded, "I’ll try it later then."
After the conversation ended, silence fell over the table.
In less than ten seconds, Sebastian Prescott asked, "The shop transfer contracts Isaac Sinclair gave you?"
"At home, in... Moonlit Villa." Sienna Monroe recalled, following up with, "I haven’t signed them yet. Since Caleb Sinclair’s been detained, how long will he be held?"
"Since he’s an informant, it depends on the prowess of his lawyer before the police clear things up."
The implication was that Caleb Sinclair’s time in detention was uncertain.
Furthermore, if June Ewing finds out, she will definitely fight to protect him.
She suddenly realized that June Ewing mentioned her several times during the interrogation simply because she thought she was still a shareholder of Radiance Beauty Spa and was unaware that Caleb Sinclair had transferred the shares.
Sure enough, that share transfer contract was executed by Caleb Sinclair behind June Ewing’s back.
She genuinely felt a complex sensation.
A man who was willing to sacrifice everything for her, yet also betrayed her.
Ridiculous.
She mockingly tugged the corners of her mouth.
Good.
Since he’s in there, she won’t have to find excuses anymore to avoid sharing a room with him.
She sipped her wheat tea again, suppressing her intense emotions, and asked, "When the case reaches the prosecution, how many years do you think June Ewing will be sentenced to?"
Sebastian Prescott observed the swirling emotion in her eyes, slightly furrowing his brow.
Even he couldn’t describe the feeling that inexplicably arose in his heart.
His grip tightened slightly around the porcelain teacup, and his cold voice became somewhat deeper.
"There are three criteria: a general circumstance results in imprisonment of up to ten years, along with fines. A severe circumstance results in more than ten years or life imprisonment,
along with fines or confiscation of assets. The third involves special circumstances... which this case doesn’t meet.
The police are keeping the case from getting bigger, but it involves many people and half of the Imperial City’s elite, so it won’t be a small matter.
When it reaches the prosecution, their sentencing recommendation will probably be over ten years, with fines and asset confiscation."
His voice paused for a few seconds before adding, "But cases involving elites have an uncertain factor."
Sienna Monroe knew what that uncertain factor was.
The classic method involves scapegoats and fishing in troubled waters.
This is the most common tactic among elites.
She wasn’t concerned about other people, only focusing on June Ewing’s conviction.
She had to ensure June Ewing had no chance for a comeback.
She was unsure if the family matriarch managed to stop Isaac Sinclair.
Until the situation was clear, she must not reveal herself as the informant.
Otherwise, it would be akin to drawing the resentment of half the Imperial City’s elite, which wouldn’t benefit her in the divorce case with Caleb Sinclair.
Sienna Monroe thought for a while before raising her head, "Those shop transfer contracts, I’ll bring them to you in a few days."
Since she hadn’t yet left the police station, there was no way she could return quickly.
Sebastian Prescott gently nodded, reminding her, "Remember to do it before Caleb Sinclair gets out."
"Mm, I know."
She knew Caleb Sinclair would definitely make all efforts to protect her.
A few days later, when she returned, Caleb Sinclair would believe he was the reason she got out.
By then, the case might already be settled.
Sienna Monroe hesitated before asking, "So what about the police..."
"I’ll talk to Captain Chaney." Sebastian Prescott paused for two seconds, "What are your plans for the divorce?"
Sienna Monroe heard this, pursed her lips, her voice light and gentle, "Wait until June Ewing’s case is settled. Caleb Sinclair should experience the depths of despair and pain." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Their past promises, after all, suggested that the ones who truly betrayed should swallow ten thousand silver needles.
