Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 87: It Seems About Time for a "Miscarriage
Sienna Monroe was startled.
Her knowledge of the dark web came from TV dramas and novels. It typically involves trafficking in contraband items.
No wonder Vivian Nash was able to obtain this item; it came from the dark web.
If that’s the case, then getting the evidence would be difficult.
Though Vivian might have been drugging the food she gave Sienna each time, the risk was too high, and Sienna didn’t have the adventuring spirit for it.
The consequences would be too much for her to bear.
Sebastian Prescott seemed to know what she was thinking and said, "To prove that she drugged you, we just need to get her laptop. Even if she deleted the records,
we could have a tech expert recover them, though... it would be challenging. Unless you report it, and after the police file a case, they can check her computer."
Sienna pondered for a few minutes after hearing this. It wasn’t until the waiter came to serve the dishes that she returned the test report to the manila envelope.
"No need to report it for now. I have another use for this test report," she said with a faint smile, "Thank you."
Sebastian glanced at her, didn’t ask what she intended to do, and calmly remarked, "Running an errand isn’t worth thanking. Last time in Zanford City, I have to thank you for the warning."
From their acquaintance until now, it seems the most they’ve said to each other is "thank you."
She thanks him, and he thanks her.
It’s always thank you back and forth.
Sebastian raised his eyebrows slightly and naturally shifted his gaze. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Speaking of Zanford City, Sienna asked, "Did you board the ship that day?"
"I did," Sebastian said while tasting the food, "I went to check the grounding location."
There were quite a few rocks in that area, plus on the day of transportation, it was windy and raining on the sea, the weather was poor, and it happened to encounter a whirlpool, causing the ship to lose control and run aground.
Sienna instinctively glanced at his body, "Didn’t Miles Lockwood’s men make a move?"
"They did," Sebastian replied nonchalantly, "I ’accidentally’ fell into the water and was rescued."
The sea water in winter is bone-chilling; if you fall in and flail around a bit, you could lose half your life.
This was also a case of repaying someone in their own coin.
It’s just a pity it wasn’t handed back to Miles Lockwood.
Sienna frowned slightly and asked softly, "About the drugs..."
Sebastian shook his head, "Didn’t find any leads."
At that time, he was already being watched by Miles and couldn’t spare time to investigate other matters.
Sienna nodded, instinctively saying, "Then you’d better be careful these days. Since Miles harbors murder intentions, he certainly won’t let it go."
Hearing this, Sebastian paused his action of picking up food and looked up at her again.
He seemed to hear a hint of concern in her tone.
A misconception?
He suppressed the inexplicable doubt in his heart, withdrew his gaze, and said calmly, "In the Imperial City, if he wants to make a move, he’ll have to consider it carefully."
True, Sebastian’s identity and profession aren’t something Miles can easily tamper with.
Moreover, right now, The Lockwood Family is under the spotlight.
Having failed to act successfully in Zanford City, he has already missed a great opportunity. Now that they’ve reached the Imperial City, it won’t be as easy.
Sienna didn’t ask further, and Sebastian didn’t question how she knew these things. After they finished their meal, they parted ways at the restaurant entrance.
Ding!
As soon as Sienna sat in the driver’s seat, the pleasant sound of a text message notification rang from her bag.
The message read: [June Ewing has already started investigating Vivian Nash’s background and past experiences. On the 26th at the art gallery, rumors will spread that Vivian is a homewrecker, though Caleb Sinclair’s name isn’t mentioned.]
Sienna was stunned.
Today is the 24th, which means in two days.
June Ewing moved so quickly?
A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes but quickly vanished.
From June’s perspective, it’s understandable why she’s acting so fast; this matter indeed shouldn’t be delayed.
Moreover, considering her methods, the rumors about being a homewrecker are probably just the beginning.
Vivian Nash is about to face something akin to Purgatory.
And Caleb Sinclair is her son, so of course, she would cleanly remove him from this negative scandal.
Sienna felt a slight tension in her heart, lowered her gaze at the manila envelope in the passenger seat, and pursed her lips into a straight line.
No problem.
She’d be glad to add more fuel to this fire, to make it burn even brighter.
Both Vivian Nash and Caleb Sinclair must be nailed to the pillar of shame for infidelity and being a third party, enough to offset the pain, distress, and even despair she endured these days.
The feeling of a surge of overwhelming tide welling up in her chest, nearly suffocating her, shouldn’t be hers to bear alone.
After some time, she finally exhaled deeply and started the car.
Back at home, seeing no sign of Caleb’s car in the garage, she knew he hadn’t returned yet.
Whether he was working overtime or on a date with Vivian Nash was uncertain.
Having no interest in investigating, she glanced at the time, calculated the usual time he "worked overtime" and hesitated for a dozen seconds.
After deliberation, she entered the house.
"Young Mistress, you’re back."
Auntie Miller greeted her with a nod and asked with a smile, "There’s a pot of papaya stewed with snow frog warming in the kitchen; would you like it now or later?"
"Snow frog?" Sienna was puzzled.
"Young Master ordered it, fearing you might be hungry at night, and told me to prepare more ingredients for the evening."
Pregnant women tend to get hungry easily.
Upon hearing this, Sienna paused, instinctively placing her hand on her abdomen, pondering for a moment. Since June had already decided to act against Vivian, it might be time for her to have a "miscarriage."
She clenched the kraft paper bag tightly in her hand.
Let’s start with this fruit tea test report.
Caleb Sinclair can’t just go into the master bedroom now, so if I want him to see it, this kraft paper file bag will have to be left downstairs.
She scanned the room and finally fixed her gaze on the natural wood dining table, walked over, sat down, and casually placed the bag on it.
She said softly, "Bring it over now."
Auntie Miller responded and went to the kitchen to bring out the snow frog.
There wasn’t much snow frog inside. Sienna Monroe tasted a couple of bites, detecting no seafood smell, but rather a fresh scent clashing with papaya, with a soft and smooth texture, sweet but not greasy.
The bowl wasn’t large, about the size of half a fist. After finishing, she told Auntie Miller a few items she wanted for breakfast the next morning.
Auntie Miller agreed and then went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients needed for the next morning.
Sienna got up slowly, glanced at the kraft bag, deliberately left it behind, and turned to go upstairs.
Half an hour later, Auntie Miller came out of the kitchen. While wiping the table, she noticed the kraft file bag on it and remembered it was left by the young lady while eating the snow frog. She planned to take it upstairs to give to Sienna.
Just two steps up the stairs, she heard footsteps at the door.
Caleb Sinclair was back.
"Sir, have you had dinner?" Auntie Miller returned to ask.
"I have eaten. Where’s Sienna?"
"The young lady returned more than half an hour ago, had a bowl of snow frog, and went to her room."
Caleb nodded and noticed the file bag in her hand, "What’s this?"
Auntie Miller replied, "It’s the young lady’s. She probably left it on the table after eating. I was just about to take it upstairs to her."
"I’ll take it up to her. Once you’re done, you can go rest."
Caleb took it, lifted his leg to head upstairs, but stopped when he saw the words "Centron Research and Analysis Center" on the front of the bag.
He hesitated for about a minute, untied the string, and took out the papers inside.
It was a test result of the fruit tea’s composition.
He slightly frowned, carefully reading through, and then flipped to the second page, staring at the chemical pH value, his gaze deepening, filled with a bit of confusion.
He wasn’t well-versed in medicinal subjects, but in chemistry, the pH value refers to the measure of the hydrogen ion activity in a solution.
Why would there be such a chemical substance in fruit tea?
Why would Sienna test this?
He stood in place for a few minutes, thinking without coming to a conclusion, then returned the two sheets of paper into the kraft bag, retied the string, and walked to the master bedroom door, knocking with a bent finger.
Sienna had just finished washing up, her hair still unblown. Hearing someone knock, her heart gave a fierce jump.
She clenched her fist, slowly relaxed, and walked over to open the door.
Seeing the man standing outside, she raised a smile, "You’re back; have you eaten?"
Caleb glanced at the smile on her face, his expression inadvertently softening, "I have. How did the snow frog taste? Was it good?"
"Not bad." Sienna looked at the kraft file bag in his hand, surprised, "Hey, why do you have this?"
"Auntie Miller said you left it on the dining table after eating snow frog. I brought it up for you." Caleb handed it to her, hesitantly asking, "Honey, what is this?"
"It’s a report on the composition of the fruit tea."
"What fruit tea? Why test it?" Caleb pursued with a frown, "Did something happen? Honey, don’t hide it from me."
Sienna’s irises clearly reflected his handsome, gentle face. She sighed, her expression filled with worry and fear, "There was... some drug was put in the fruit tea Vivian gave me last time."
"Drugged?"
A suspicion quickly flashed across Caleb’s eyes.
Could it have been Vivian Nash?
Sienna precisely detected that emotion, knowing he was starting to suspect Vivian Nash again.
It was laughable.
He harbored suspicion toward Vivian Nash, yet still chose to be with her.
Sienna was curious about how love was defined in his heart but didn’t want to delve deeper, fearing the result might be unbearable for her.
The man she had wholeheartedly loved for six years, only provided deceit and concealment, not an ounce of true affection.
Suppressing the bitterness rising within, she gently nodded, "Yes."
Still, her face carried a look of restless distress, "It was coincidental that day. Just as I was about to drink it, I noticed the cup’s lid appeared tampered with. The rim had some white powder-like substances. I found it strange, felt quite uneasy about it, and after much deliberation, took the fruit tea to the Centron Research Center for testing. This result came out today."
Her voice grew softer, "As expected... it really was drugged."
Caleb’s expression was grave as he took the test report out in front of her and looked at it.
His gaze still lingered on the last chemical pH value.
"Why didn’t you tell me about something this big?" he asked with a face showing seriousness and a hint of reprimand in his voice, "Didn’t I tell you before? Anything concerning you, regardless of size, should be shared with me!"
His scolding made Sienna’s chest tighten. After a few seconds, her face broke into a smile, her eyebrows soft, "I was going to tell you once the result came out."
Caleb tenderly held her hand, his tone softening, "I’m not scolding you; I’m just worried..."
"I know."
Caleb sighed, the seriousness in his demeanor not diminishing, "Do you know who drugged you?"
Sienna subtly withdrew her hand, gently shook her head, "I checked the museum’s surveillance at that time, but didn’t see anything unusual. Besides, when that cup of fruit tea arrived, it had gone through many hands."
"Who delivered it to you?"
"Cecilia." Sienna paused, then added, "Vivian asked her to bring it to me."
Caleb’s brows knitted tighter, and the cloud of doubt in his heart grew heavier, "Vivian Nash asked Cecilia to bring it to you?"
Sienna watched as his face grew darker by the minute, nodding with self-mockery, "Yes. I don’t even know whom I offended to make them hate me so much, wanting to harm both me and my unborn child."
"Honey, since the test result is out now, should we... call the police? This surely involves attempted murder, right?"
