Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 55: Sebastian Prescott Is in Danger!

As the woman’s body was completely submerged in water, she didn’t struggle at all, allowing the lake to slowly claim her life.

"Ah!"

Sienna Monroe screamed and pulled her wet self out of the lake.

It was still before dawn, and the room was only lit by a faint warm light near the door.

"What’s wrong, honey?" Caleb Sinclair, hearing the noise, sat up abruptly, turned on the light, and saw her shouting, astonishment in his eyes. He quickly grabbed several tissues to help wipe her down, soothing her softly, "Did you have a nightmare? It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here, don’t be afraid." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Sienna raised her hand to touch her neck.

It was sweat.

The pillow and sheets were soaked with her sweat.

The dream felt so real; it was as if she had truly walked through the water.

Sienna, still shaken, opened her mouth, "Water..."

Caleb immediately brought over a cup of warm water, she drank half of it before slowly calming down.

Caleb helped her off the bed, "Honey, you need to take a hot shower and change your clothes, otherwise you might catch a cold, let me help you..."

Sienna had already gathered herself, "I’ll go myself. About the sheets..."

"Don’t worry about that, I’ll change them." Caleb looked at her with concern, "Are you okay by yourself?"

Sienna nodded, "Mmhmm."

She quickly rinsed off in the bathroom.

When she emerged, Caleb had already changed the sheets, and as she sat down, her hand was gently held.

"Honey, did you have a nightmare?"

"Mm... Dreamt of a giant snake." She couldn’t bear to recount the strange dream, so she just made up something.

Caleb knew she was most afraid of snakes, his eyes full of sympathy as he embraced her shoulders in comfort, staying with her until morning.

Perhaps due to the dream, Sienna felt drained both physically and mentally that day, and after breakfast, she returned to the room to nap, not going to the art gallery.

When she woke again, it was already one o’clock, and there was an unread message on her phone.

[Caleb Sinclair has transferred the breakup fee of five million to Vivian Nash.]

She went to his study, logged into online banking using his private laptop, and indeed saw the transaction.

It was sent at 10:12 AM today.

The recipient was none other than Vivian Nash.

She stared at the account record, pulling a sarcastic grin, while flipping through nearly six months’ worth of transactions. There were large sums recorded, but with no additional notes, she could only discern based on recipient names.

Most were family-related, like two identical transactions from July this year, 190 thousand each, only minutes apart.

She guessed it must have been him buying bags or jewelry for her and Vivian Nash.

She didn’t bother taking pictures; there was little point, except for the sum transferred to Vivian Nash today.

Downstairs, she saw the living room piled with various items.

All supplements.

She asked Auntie Miller in confusion, "Where did these come from?"

Auntie Miller replied with a smile, "Second Madam brought them over this morning, seeing you were asleep, she didn’t disturb you, talked a lot about precautions, stayed for about half an hour."

June Ewing.

Sienna pressed her lips, pondering briefly, sent her a thank-you message via WeChat.

Due to June Ewing’s instructions, she stayed home today, snacking through four meals, a treatment no different from that of a pregnant woman.

The next day, she went to the art gallery. As she approached the elevator, she immediately noticed Vivian Nash, eyes puffed up, looking listless.

Nora Joyce mentioned that Vivian Nash had taken a leave yesterday, likely from crying too hard, leaving her eyes too swollen to show her face.

"Vivian, haven’t you been sleeping well these days?" she asked with a concerned look.

Whenever Vivian Nash saw her now, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of hatred. She tried her best to suppress the rage and hatred, only managing to keep it from spilling out, gently shook her head, "Caught some wind on the balcony the night before, headache, couldn’t sleep well."

"Did you take any medicine?"

"I did."

"That’s good. The weather forecast says it might snow these days, make sure to keep warm. If you really don’t feel well, go and rest."

Vivian Nash felt rather annoyed, she had purposely spent an hour on the balcony in her nightgown last night trying to catch a cold, hoping to manipulate Caleb Sinclair with her pitiful state.

Now she indeed had some symptoms of a cold, head feeling heavy, truly had no energy to play along with her.

She brushed her off and went back to her workstation.

Sienna didn’t seem to care.

Since Director Dawson and Nora Joyce knew she was pregnant, they tried to help out with her work matters.

That day, aside from a morning meeting and some bathroom visits, she stayed mostly in her office, even having lunch brought over by Nora Joyce.

Around 7:30, she was online reading about Faye Irving’s previous exhibitions and interviews.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table, emitting a familiar notification sound.

Sienna hesitated, picked up the phone.

[Danger! Someone is trying to revenge on Sebastian Prescott! Slashed his tires and lying in wait at the parking lot! Sebastian will appear in the parking lot at 8:09 PM.]