Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 183: Panic of Being Silenced

Vivian Nash’s eyes widened, her chest cavity suddenly vibrating.

Divorce?!

Sienna Monroe actually... got divorced?

She’s really divorced!

In an instant, a trace of joy and surprise rushed in like a syringe, injected into her veins, rapidly spreading, occupying her entire body and mind.

They... are finally divorced!

Great!

Her opportunity has arrived!

The opportunity for her and her child has finally come.

She’s going to become the Third Young Mistress Sinclair, from now on it’s endless wealth and a superior life.

She finally doesn’t need to sneak around anymore, she can proudly stand by Caleb Sinclair.

Let everyone praise and envy their perfect match and loving relationship.

Everything Sienna Monroe once owned is about to be hers and her child’s.

Her hand instinctively caressed her belly, then let out a couple of frantic laughs.

A mix of ultimate liberation, unexpected excitement, and the anticipation of life as a wealthy lady all tightly intertwined, filling her eyes.

But...

Who sent this text message?

Why tell her this news? And what does that last line mean, don’t let him/her be disappointed?

Want her to climb up, then gain some benefit themselves?

The light in her eyes halted, quickly wiped clean, covered with darkness.

These happinesss are soon to be within reach.

She absolutely cannot let anyone destroy it, nor allow herself to become a pawn.

She instinctively typed and sent a message back: [Who are you? What’s your purpose in telling me all this?]

But the next second, there was a red exclamation mark, with a system prompt below: Your message failed to send.

Vivian Nash was stunned.

Failed?

What does this mean?

In her heart, there suddenly emerged some trepidation and unease, she suspiciously dialed back, but received a mechanical female voice.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently off, please try again later."

Message failed to send, call showed it’s turned off?

Vivian Nash was bewildered, involuntarily, a chill ran up from her feet to her scalp.

Too eerie.

But before she could think deeply, she faintly heard a car engine sound outside.

It was a black Land Rover.

Driving against the thin wind and snow of New Year’s Eve, it stopped in front of villa No. 11.

It was already close to eleven o’clock at this time.

Vivian Nash stood there dumbfounded, in this snowflake-falling New Year’s Eve, who would come to see her?

Could it be...

Originally, her mind disrupted by the text message suddenly flashed a figure that brightened her eyes.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat couldn’t help but accelerate.

Involuntarily "thump, thump, thump" pounding.

It’s him.

It must be him!

She dropped the phone, surprised and full of anticipation, she walked to the door.

Sure enough.

A slender and tall, gentlemanly man with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose quickly walked from the yard.

"Caleb..."

Her eyes suddenly reddened.

However, her soft murmur was instantly swept into the cold snowy night, not reaching the man’s ear.

Instead, it was quickly covered by snow on the ground.

Vivian Nash seemed to realize this, she shouted louder, "Caleb... you’ve finally come..."

She was about to rush into the man’s arms, but as soon as she took a step, she saw the man’s gaze through the glasses was cold and fierce.

Her joy and coquettish voice abruptly stopped.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment, near her ear, all was the "crunch" sound of his high-end leather shoes on the snow.

But these steps seemed to tread on her nerves, causing a foreboding.

Caleb Sinclair’s expression, eyes, and the oppressive feeling coming at her were not as if he was here specially to accompany her for the New Year.

In her stunned state, Caleb Sinclair had already walked up to her.

"Caleb... you... you’re here."

She regained her senses, trying hard to suppress the trembling in her voice, forcing a smile, and making her voice softer, as if pleading and speaking her grievances.

"These days couldn’t reach you, do you know how upset and scared I was? I was really scared, fortunately, you’re here now."

Saying so, she raised her hands, wanting to reach around his waist.

But before she could touch his body, the man tightly grasped her wrist.

With force that seemed to want to break her entire arm.

She cried out in pain, her expression twisting in agony.

"Ah, Caleb, you’re hurting me, let go..."

Caleb Sinclair’s peach blossom eyes reflected cold and chilling light, gripping her wrist with increasing strength.

From his thin lips spilled a gnashing, angry question, "It’s you! It’s you, isn’t it?!"

"Wha...What?"

Vivian Nash was really scared by his appearance, she backed away in horror, but her arm was tightly held, pulling only a few inches of distance.

"Caleb, what are you talking about? What happened? Please... don’t be like this, okay? I... I’m scared..."

"Scared? You are scared?"

Caleb Sinclair seemed to have heard the biggest joke, suddenly laughed, but there was still no warmth in his eyes.

Laughing so creepily.

Vivian Nash only felt her heart tremble, her body shivered along, "Caleb, don’t be like this, did something happen? You... tell me, I..."

Smack!

A crisp and loud slap shattered the fierce cold wind.

Completely interrupting the words she hadn’t finished speaking in her mouth.

Vivian Nash was caught off guard by the slap.

The slap was heavy and fierce, her body staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

Stinging, burning sensations overwhelmed her.

Her mind also started to haze, but before she could regain herself, the man’s hands suddenly pinched her cheeks.

Beside her ear was his distinctly frantic shout, "Did I tell you, absolutely don’t let Sienna Monroe discover our relationship? Why didn’t you listen? Had to provoke her?

You’re just so eager for her to find out? What, you think once she finds out, divorces me, you’ll rise up?! Don’t be ridiculous,

Vivian Nash! Sienna’s position in my heart is irreplaceable.

Who gave you the confidence and courage to defy my orders?!"

Vivian Nash’s pupils widened.

At that moment, she suddenly felt an overwhelming fear of being silenced by Caleb Sinclair.

Scrambling for survival, she couldn’t bother selling pity and grievances.

Only wanted desperately to remove his hand, her speech incoherent and unable to form a complete sentence, "I... didn’t... You... let go... of me..."

Her eyes exuded pleading and tears.

But Caleb Sinclair remained unmoved.

His grip tight, the force was as if wishing to crush her entire face completely.

He had a somber expression, red eyes, with a trace of ferocity inside.

Again he questioned, "The scandal online from a few days ago, did you orchestrate it? You even want to use it to force Sienna Monroe to divorce me?!

Vivian Nash! You are a bona fide fool! So foolish you’re beyond saving!

Did you ever think, if she divorced me, what would I lose? What benefits would you get?!

How did I ever blind myself to be with you? You’ve ruined me!"

After scolding, he seemed to have touched something disgusting, violently throwing that face in his hands away.