He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 62: Julian Sinclair Discovers a Secret
Sophia Sawyer walked hurriedly into the elevator. The doors closed, then opened again, and Julian Sinclair stepped inside.
Sophia quickly composed herself, lifting her chin and staring straight ahead, adopting the air of a senior.
The two stood in silence, not exchanging a word.
The elevator walls were like mirrors, and in their reflection, Sophia saw Julian’s mocking expression.
Although they were of the same generation, Julian was only a year older than Aiden Sinclair. Sophia was infuriated by his disrespectful attitude.
Just then, Sophia’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw she had received a video. She opened it to see footage of a race car speeding around a track.
She was still puzzled when, with a deafening ROAR, the car smashed through the guardrail, flipped a full 360 degrees, and crashed to the ground. In a final, fiery BOOM, it exploded.
The driver was thrown from the seat, their body a mangled mess of flesh and blood, but the face was perfectly clear—it was Sophia Sawyer’s face.
"Ah—!"
CLATTER! The phone fell to the floor. Sophia staggered back a few steps, her hand clamped over her mouth.
By the time she came to her senses, the elevator doors were open, and Julian Sinclair was long gone.
If his earlier actions were just a hint, this was now a blatant threat.
Sophia Sawyer had never liked Julian Sinclair.
Without Julian, Russell Sinclair’s affection and the Sinclair family’s immense fortune would have all belonged to Aiden.
Julian had appeared out of nowhere and snatched away everything that should have been Aiden’s.
Recalling Julian’s sinister gaze, Sophia thought, ’That little bastard... He really does know what happened back then.’
Julian Sinclair arrived at Aiden Sinclair’s hospital room. No one else was inside.
Julian pushed the door open and went in. Aiden was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and framed by faint dark circles.
Julian turned to leave.
"Water..." Aiden’s weak voice suddenly sounded.
Julian glanced at Aiden’s lips, chapped from the high fever. He casually poured a glass of water, gently lifted Aiden’s head, and helped him drink half of it.
"You sure are lucky, nephew."
Jay Keane, having just finished a call outside, walked in and saw the scene. The color drained from his face.
"Mr. Sinclair, our Mr. Sinclair... he... he..."
"Relax. I’m not going to kill him."
Julian dropped Aiden’s head back onto the pillow, tossed the cup into the trash can, and left the room without a backward glance.
Jay Keane rushed forward and checked for Aiden’s breathing. ’He’s fine, he’s fine. That scared me to death,’ he muttered.
Sophia Sawyer stepped through the door. "How is he?"
Jay Keane pulled his hand back and replied, "Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair’s wounds have been redressed, and he’s been given medication for the fever. It’s gone down now. The psychiatrist was also here just now for a session. As long as Mr. Sinclair gets a few days of good rest, he can be discharged."
"Has the psychiatrist left?"
"Not yet."
Sophia left the room to find the psychiatrist. His name was Miles Garrison, and he was quite well-known in Crestfall.
"Dr. Garrison, please have a seat. Have you been the one treating my son’s insomnia?" Sophia asked.
Dr. Garrison nodded.
Sophia sighed, her expression sorrowful. "Children grow up and hide things from their mothers, afraid to make them worry. I only recently found out he’s been suffering from insomnia for so many years. Dr. Garrison, is my son’s condition really that serious? Please be honest with me, so I can at least know what to expect."
Dr. Garrison said, "Please don’t worry, Mrs. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair’s insomnia has been brought under control recently. He’s found a special hypnotic aromatherapy scent, and he’s now able to sleep naturally."
Sophia confirmed, "Is that true?"
The doctor nodded. "Absolutely. Mr. Sinclair only needs a tiny bit of the scent. He no longer needs to rely on anyone."
After getting this definitive news from the psychiatrist, Sophia immediately relayed it to Clara Jacobs.
Clara clapped her hands in delight. "In that case, that woman, Nina Walsh, is completely worthless to Aiden now. This is wonderful!"
Sophia said, "Once we get rid of that woman, there will be nothing stopping you from marrying Aiden."
Clara was still worried. "Mom, but I’m not actually pregnant. Aiden cares so much about having a child. If he ever finds out I lied to him, will he...?"
The fake pregnancy was a tactic Sophia had taught Clara.
Sophia believed that Aiden’s trigger wasn’t Nina, but the child in Nina’s womb.
Since Aiden placed so much importance on his own bloodline, using the same trick and having Clara "get pregnant" would surely soften his attitude.
As it turned out, a mother knows her son best, and everything was unfolding just as she had predicted.
Sophia was unconcerned by Clara’s worries. "I’m just asking you to pretend to be pregnant, not to actually give birth. You can find an opportunity to take a fall in front of everyone, and then the baby will be ’gone’..."
Clara was perplexed. "So how should I fall?"
Sophia smiled. "It would be best if someone deliberately pushed you, causing you to lose your child. Who do you think is the best candidate for that?"
Clara’s eyes lit up. "Nina Walsh?"
While Sophia and Clara were plotting, Aiden’s psychiatrist, Miles Garrison, left the hospital and returned to his clinic.
He pushed the door open to find a handsome man sitting in his office chair. The man glanced up, his sharp, almond-shaped eyes crinkling as a smile played on his lips.
"Dr. Garrison, I want my dear nephew’s medical records. The more detailed, the better. Name your price."
Miles Garrison started to refuse. "I’m sorry, but protecting patient privacy is a fundamental principle of my profession."
"Cut the act. You didn’t seem too concerned with principles last time you sold his records for cash. Are you looking down on me or something?"
Julian’s voice was laced with impatience, and his previously smiling eyes had turned cold and ruthless.
Money makes the world go ’round. In just a few minutes, Julian Sinclair had all of Aiden Sinclair’s medical records and files in his hands.
He burst out laughing when he read a particular note in the file.
’That bastard hid a woman away for two years just because she could cure his insomnia?’
’I wonder how that poor woman would feel if she saw this.’
’It’s bound to be interesting.’
Julian took out his phone. "Aaron Zane, send more men. Find Nina Walsh as soon as possible."
After work, Michelle Quinn was heading home when she heard someone downstairs calling her name.
She turned and saw him. "Dr. Grant? What are you doing here?"
Declan Grant looked embarrassed. "I can’t find Nina. Do you know where she is?"
Michelle Quinn shook her head. "I don’t know either, Dr. Grant."
Declan Grant gave Michelle a look, knowing she was lying.
Her composure meant that Nina must be safe. Once he confirmed that, he had nothing more to worry about.
"Miss Quinn, if you see Nina, please tell her for me that I’ll always be her Second Brother Grant."
After saying this, Declan Grant turned and walked away, looking dejected.
Michelle returned to her small apartment, locked the door, and made a video call.
Soon, Nina Walsh’s small, palm-sized face appeared on the screen.
Michelle waved at the screen. "Have you been having fun these past couple of days?"
Nina smiled brightly through the phone. "I wish I could stay here forever and never leave."
Her smile was infectious. "I booked it for you for half a year," Michelle said. "If you like it, you can stay right up until you give birth..."
