Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 60: What If She’s Pregnant Too?

Due to Sienna Monroe’s voice and reaction, everyone in the emergency room looked over, their gazes bouncing back and forth between Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash, with some already showing disdain.

Although the hospital is not a place that aristocratic families frequently visit, and they are not recognized here, it still is a public space.

If things escalate, and someone records a video and uploads it online, his identity would be easily uncovered. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

After considering this, Caleb Sinclair grabbed her hand and pleaded softly, "Honey, this is a hospital; many patients need quiet. Let’s go home first, and I’ll explain everything once we’re there, okay?"

Sienna Monroe remained unyielding, "Then go ahead and explain quickly, don’t waste other people’s rest time."

Caleb Sinclair looked at her serious expression, hidden with anger, and already had a strategy to deal with it. He replied helplessly, "She called me, and she was incoherently shouting your name, asking you to hurry to the hospital. I feared something might have happened, and since you’re pregnant, I didn’t dare to disturb you, so I decided to come and check."

Pregnant?

Sebastian Prescott, sitting on the hospital bed applying ointment, heard this and his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes focused and faintly resting on Sienna Monroe’s thin and frail back.

Sienna Monroe was stunned.

These excuses of his, he truly comes up with them effortlessly.

Lying has long been no difficulty for him.

She concealed the complex emotions in her eyes, appropriately revealing sadness and doubt.

Sadness was real, doubt was fake.

The mixture of both made it impossible for anyone to see anything unusual.

Beside them, Vivian Nash’s eyes were empty and despondent, looking at the way he was full of Sienna Monroe, her heart was like being fiercely twisted by something, causing her to subconsciously lighten her breath.

Now she had to help him cover up and clarify.

When Sienna Monroe looked over, she forced a smile on her pale face, "I was also very surprised to see him. After I fainted, everything was hazy, and I couldn’t see clearly. Both yours and his contacts are under the letter S, I pressed the wrong one."

Her voice remained weak and soft, "He helped cover my medical expenses, then I asked him to inform you, didn’t he send you a message?"

What a great performance.

How well-matched their cooperation.

Sienna Monroe suppressed the bitterness, her gaze slowly shifting to Caleb Sinclair.

Caleb Sinclair explained, "After arriving, I helped her queue for medicine, originally planning to tell you once I got back, worried that you’d rush over and run into trouble on the way."

His voice was gentle, "That’s the situation, don’t be upset, honey."

Sienna Monroe felt numb all over, but deep inside, the anguish and bitterness surged towards her like a tide, almost drowning her.

She turned her face away, snorted pretendingly, quickly suppressing those painful emotions, "You better not be lying to me."

Caleb Sinclair chuckled helplessly, whispering, "How could I bear to lie to you? I swear, every word I’ve told you is true, if there’s any falsehood... then let me die alone."

Sienna Monroe’s eyes reflected his gentle and handsome face.

Die alone?

Still not enough.

Those who betray genuine feelings should swallow ten thousand silver needles, ultimately meeting a bad end.

Just as she was about to speak, Vivian Nash broke the temporary warmth which Sienna Monroe could no longer bear to see.

"Sienna, today was really thanks to Caleb Sinclair, otherwise I truly wouldn’t know what to do, I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry with him."

Sienna Monroe monopolized her thoughts, turning to look at her hypocritical green tea behavior, her eyebrows furrowing, her tone carrying a few hints of coldness, "Where’s your boyfriend then? Isn’t he on your contact list?"

Vivian Nash’s expression froze for a moment, "He... of course, he’s there. But at that moment, I was hazy and couldn’t see clearly, the first person I thought of was you."

Saying this, she sighed, appearing fragile, her fingers gently pressing her temples, "Besides, he went on a business trip to another province yesterday afternoon, won’t be back for a few days, even if I call him now, he can’t rush over, every time I need him, he’s not around, alas, I don’t know if being with him is right."

"That only means he doesn’t hold you in his heart. Here, give me his contact information, and I’ll call and scold him."

Vivian Nash, eyes flashing with panic, hurriedly said, "You’re still pregnant, such small matters aren’t worth you getting worked up. Once my headache gets better, I’ll give him a call myself."

Perhaps fearing Sienna Monroe insisted on her "boyfriend’s" contact information, she quickly changed the subject, "Why did you and Lawyer Prescott come to the hospital together? Did something happen?"

Caleb Sinclair, hearing this, the gentleness in his eyes faded somewhat, glanced at Sebastian Prescott who was applying medication, and finally looked at the black coat on Sienna Monroe.

No need to guess whose coat it belonged to.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if also waiting for Sienna Monroe’s explanation.

Vivian Nash’s diversionary tactic to cause trouble, wanting to watch the drama and mockery, couldn’t be more apparent.

Sienna Monroe also noticed the dark emotions in Caleb Sinclair’s eyes.

But she had no need to explain this in front of Vivian Nash, precisely seizing Caleb Sinclair’s soft spot, "We ran into some trouble tonight; Lawyer Prescott and I both got slightly injured..."

"Injured?"

Caleb Sinclair’s expression suddenly became tense, the shadow in his eyes vanished, replaced by concern. He grabbed her arm and looked her up and down, noticing the bruise on her ankle.

His breath shortened, his tone turning concerned, "What happened? Why is your leg so severely injured? What about your stomach..."

Sienna Monroe lowered her voice, "Shh, keep it down, it’s okay, don’t worry."

Caleb Sinclair frowned, supported her, intending to go to the obstetrics department, "No, we must do a check-up first..."

Sienna Monroe’s heart skipped a beat, she couldn’t go through a hospital check-up with him unprepared.

She quickly pulled him back, speaking gently, "I’ve already had the check-up done, the doctor said everything’s fine, that’s why I came over to treat the wound."

Caleb Sinclair remained uneasy, "Show me the check-up results."

Sienna Monroe hesitated, vaguely anxious, her mind racing with suitable excuses and reasons.

The dust in the air lingered in this silent atmosphere for about ten seconds, finally broken by a clear, low voice, "Didn’t have time, I asked someone to do the check-up for her."

"Mr. Sinclair, rather than dwelling on a check-up slip, why not take her home to rest first, reducing stress on... the fetus."

Sebastian Prescott’s tone was bland, somewhat indifferent, especially those last two words, lightly spoken.

Like a feather, landing on Sienna Monroe’s heart, stirring slight ripples.

Sienna Monroe paused, sensing something unusual in his words.

Did Sebastian Prescott guess about her fake pregnancy?

She subconsciously glanced at him again, quickly retracting her gaze, it didn’t matter whether he knew or not, as long as Caleb Sinclair was unaware.

Since the situation was defused, she didn’t give Caleb Sinclair a chance to continue asking, calmly and naturally handing over the coat to him, "Thank you."

Sebastian Prescott received it, the coat still retaining the warmth from her wearing it.

Seeping into his icy palms, the almost frozen blood in his body began to flow again.

Without saying much, he nodded slightly, "I have to go to the police station, so I’ll leave first."

"Alright."

Watching Sebastian Prescott’s departing figure, Caleb Sinclair’s displeasure in his eyes was almost overflowing.

But he quickly suppressed it, pressing his lips together, turned to look at Sienna Monroe, seeing her face full of fatigue, the heartache rising within replacing his irritation.

He took off the coat and draped it over her, whispering, "We’ll talk at home."

"Mm."

Sienna Monroe nodded lightly, turning back to capture the fleeting resentment and hatred in Vivian Nash’s eyes, she touched her abdomen and said, "Vivian, my body is a bit tired, unable to stay here to accompany you, take care of yourself, call a nurse if you need anything."

Vivian Nash looked toward Caleb Sinclair with teary eyes.

But Caleb Sinclair at this moment was carefully supporting Sienna Monroe, not even glancing at her, walking away without looking back.

She clenched her fists, biting her back teeth tightly.

If it weren’t for Sienna Monroe’s unexpected appearance and her pregnancy facade, Caleb Sinclair would have already changed his mind.

Does he really like children that much? Upon hearing about fetal stress, he can disregard the intimacy between Sienna Monroe and Sebastian Prescott.

Like children?

Vivian Nash covered the malice in her eyes, her hand unconsciously lightly stroking her abdomen which hadn’t received an injection.

Then what if she were to become pregnant too?

Would Caleb Sinclair cherish her as he does Sienna Monroe?