Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 205: What Size Do You Wear?

Sienna Monroe listened, her heart wringing with pity.

It’s imaginable how ruthless Caleb Sinclair must have been, even if the injury was meant for himself.

It couldn’t be considered a slight injury.

But she would rather Caleb face the consequences himself than have Sebastian Prescott suffer this injury.

Yet, unfortunately...

Before applying local anesthesia, Sebastian noticed her pained and guilty expression, he pursed his lips and said to her, "You should wait outside."

Sienna was taken aback, meeting his gaze, she understood his meaning.

She shook her head, "It’s okay, I’ll stay here with you."

Listening to her, a faint smile flickered in Sebastian’s eyes, and he didn’t insist further.

Once the anesthesia took effect, the doctor began sewing, the needle and thread going through flesh, although there was no pain felt.

It was still somewhat alarming.

But Sienna kept her gaze fixed.

The stitching didn’t take long, a total of 11 stitches; the doctor performed a wound cleaning afterward and advised some precautions.

Stitches to be removed after ten days.

During this time, the wound must be disinfected and cleaned daily, with medication changed every three days.

The left arm mustn’t exert much force, spicy foods should be avoided, especially in the first week, the diet should be kept light.

The anesthesia hadn’t worn off completely, so the arm wasn’t hurting.

Sienna carefully noted the doctor’s advice, fetched some disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicines from the pharmacy, then walked out alongside him.

At this time, it was already past ten.

A chill wind came through, causing the moon hanging on the drapes to shrink back slightly.

"Are you cold?" Sebastian asked.

Sienna shook her head again, "I’m not cold, are you?"

"Not cold, let’s go."

The two walked to the car, and it was Sienna driving.

After driving for a few minutes, she remembered that Sebastian had to visit the women’s prison in Eastwood tomorrow.

"You can’t drive with that hand, tomorrow..."

"Don’t worry," Sebastian knew her concern, "I’ll just have Hannah Nash pick me up tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Sienna sighed softly, "I’m sorry."

Sebastian looked away from his phone, turning to her still tense face.

"Why apologize? It’s not your fault. I’ve already called Captain Chaney, that person won’t get away, they’ll be caught at the latest by tomorrow or the day after."

He pursed his lips, his expression turning serious, he asked earnestly, "Besides the discord with Ethan Chapman at Aura Art Gallery, have you had any other conflicts or disputes with anyone?

Think about it, who could this person be that injured you? Is there someone who might have instigated it?"

Sienna paused, her grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

There’s really no need to hide this matter.

It should indeed be reported to the police.

Caleb Sinclair had the audacity to carry out such a shameless act, he certainly wouldn’t fear losing face.

However...

It’s not easy to explain.

To explain how she knew.

She took a breath, thought for a moment, trying to make her words more tactful, "It’s hard to say. But my intuition points to Caleb Sinclair."

A woman’s intuition has always been a mysterious and formidable thing.

"Caleb Sinclair?"

A trace of astonishment crossed Sebastian’s face, but it was fleeting.

His sharpness noted that Caleb’s presence at the crime scene was indeed suspicious.

If that person was someone he hired for the crime, what was the motive?

Revenge?

Resulting from the negative impact following his divorce, and the losses?

"Sienna! Be careful!"

He recalled how, at the time, when the incident suddenly occurred, Caleb shouted that phrase as the man was about to strike with a knife.

And after the man was kicked aside, Caleb rushed over to check on Sienna.

Whether it was the warning or the concern, neither seemed feigned.

He couldn’t help but glance at the injury on his arm, as if...

Something clicked in his mind.

Heh.

Interesting.

Sienna heard his sudden cold laugh, stunned, "What is it?"

Sebastian rubbed his fingers, advising, "It’s nothing, just wait for the police investigation results. If you need to work overtime these days, make sure to pay attention to safety.

Don’t stay alone in parking lots or streets, it’s easy to be targeted."

"Okay, I will."

Sienna nodded.

Could Caleb Sinclair have left any traces when orchestrating this incident?

To what extent will the police investigate?

It’s uncertain.

For now, she must leave it to fate.

She didn’t head back to the art gallery, but drove his car all the way to The Left Bank Courtyard.

Neither rushed to get out of the car, Sebastian single-handedly retrieved a court document from his briefcase and handed it to her, along with a fountain pen for her to sign.

The fountain pen was quite heavy, with a completely jade body, adorned on the cap was a very light crescent moon.

Hmm...

Why does it feel somewhat familiar?

Isn’t this the Thousand Jade Fountain Pen Couples Edition released by Starrism on last year’s Valentine’s Day?

It seemed like it was still new.

She suddenly recalled when Sebastian mentioned compensating her for the Thousand Jade Fountain Pen that had previously been "sacrificed."

Her heart suddenly moved, she took off the cap and signed her name on the document.

While naturally asking, "This pen looks quite new, did you just buy it recently?"

Sebastian glanced at her, already guessing what she was probing.

His voice was cold and indifferent, "Mm, ordered it last year, it arrived just yesterday."

She was skeptical, "Wasn’t this pen discontinued?"

This year, Starrism released couple brooches that swept through the fashion circle in February.

But she had been in the hospital looking after Leo Monroe all this time.

Where would she have found time to pay attention to such trivial things?

This pen had been discontinued soon after last year’s Valentine’s Day.

Starrism, despite being a brand less than six or seven years old, has established itself in the international luxury goods market.

The reason it holds such status is because its holiday limited edition designs are never resold.

Sebastian nodded, casually saying, "Yeah, looks nice, got it through a friend abroad some time ago."

Alright.

That brings in his personal connections, no need to ask further.

Otherwise, it would seem intrusive.

Sienna handed the signed document back to him, her gaze inadvertently falling on his suit jacket drenched in bright blood.

The shirt and suit jacket were ruined.

She thought of the coat she previously dry-cleaned for him, which had no brand label, suggesting it was custom-made.

Given his identity and status, even if understated, every clothing and accessory mustn’t come cheap.

For instance, the watch strapped on his wrist now, boasting a simple design.

It’s from the Swiss brand Svelta.

A starting value of millions.

Including the understated Bentley he was driving now.

Thinking of these, she felt a renewed sense of guilt, asking, "What size do you wear for clothes?"

"Hm?"

Sebastian was momentarily puzzled, this was unexpected for him.

But then, glancing at the suit jacket that looked as if it had been picked up from the crime scene, he understood her meaning.

He subtly raised an eyebrow, without a hint of avoidance, smoothly telling her his usual size.

Having listened, Sienna nodded, "Okay, I’ll keep that in mind."