The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 758 - 799: The Wedding Ring is on Another Woman’s Ring Finger
Paige Desmond saw her brother, so infuriated he wasn’t even eating his ribs, and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Brother, if you like her and can’t let her go, just take the initiative and call her. I’m telling you, she has a child, so it doesn’t matter if she has a man or not..."
Adrian Desmond looked at his sister and asked seriously, "Are you saying that since she has a son, she doesn’t need me anymore?"
"Pretty much, that’s what I mean!"
"The son can be raised by a nanny!"
"PFFT..." Paige Desmond laughed, her crisp laughter echoing in the ward. In the corridor outside, Melanie Carpenter cried her eyes out.
She felt so wronged. She had been so good to Adrian Desmond, yet he didn’t like her. Sienna Johnson, on the other hand, had treated him terribly, yet he had only ever longed for her.
Why was that?
Was Adrian Desmond blind? Couldn’t he see her goodness? What was so good about Sienna Johnson, apart from being prettier than her?
"...Remember, don’t let her know I’m hurt. Just tell her I’m on a business trip, ran into some trouble, and it’ll be a while before I can be back," Adrian Desmond said.
"Brother, I understand. Don’t worry."
Melanie Carpenter took out the ring from her pocket. Sienna Johnson had taken it off her ring finger and given it to her.
If Adrian Desmond saw this ring and realized that Sienna Johnson wasn’t actually staying obediently in Desmond Manor but was involved with Xavier Young... who knew what would happen?
Everyone was hiding it from Adrian Desmond, but Melanie Carpenter didn’t plan to do so anymore. That shameless woman had run off with Xavier Young; why should she cover for her? Wasn’t Sienna Johnson always criticizing her for not being a proper lady? Now, wasn’t Sienna Johnson the same? If Adrian Desmond found out...
Melanie Carpenter smiled. She slipped the wedding ring onto her own ring finger. It was tight and uncomfortable, but she didn’t take it off.
「...」
Paige had reminded him that men should take the initiative. If he couldn’t bring himself to call, he should at least send text messages. So, Adrian Desmond, bored to death in the hospital, began bombarding Sienna Johnson with texts.
He sent messages like:
"I had ribs with rice today and also drank rib soup. What about you? What did you eat?"
"Something came up, so I might not be able to go back anytime soon. You need to take good care of yourself."
"I miss you. I miss you so much. Do you miss me, even just a little bit?"
However, that woman was so heartless; she didn’t reply to a single one.
He tried again, "...I’ve already shown goodwill. Can’t you meet me halfway?"
Still, her silence was the only response.
"I’m a man; you have to give me some face!" he texted, increasingly desperate.
Looking at the empty inbox on his phone, Adrian Desmond’s heart felt just as barren. She hadn’t replied with a single word.
Adrian Desmond wasn’t angry with Sienna Johnson anymore. Instead, a sense of panic washed over him—the feeling that he was losing her. He wondered if his heart was sick because he’d been shot.
With a sigh, Adrian Desmond continued to text her.
Their relationship would grow cold and distant if things continued like this; he couldn’t let their connection fade.
「...」
Walter Klein came to see Adrian Desmond, carrying a large folder of papers that needed Adrian Desmond’s signature.
"Sixth Master..."
Adrian Desmond put away his phone, looked at the thick folder in Walter’s arms, and asked, "Have you been busy with business recently?"
"Same as previous years, Sixth Master. These need your signature."
Walter turned to the page requiring a signature and handed it to Adrian Desmond. Adrian didn’t sign it immediately; instead, he habitually glanced through the contract’s contents before swiftly scrawling his name.
"I haven’t seen Brett Jacobs around lately. Is he injured too?"
"No."
"What’s he been busy with lately?"
Walter Klein felt a headache coming on. The whole situation with Sienna Johnson being taken by Xavier Young was a ticking time bomb, ready to blow him to smithereens at any moment. And Brett Jacobs? He’d conveniently disappeared.
"Why aren’t you talking?" Adrian handed the signed contract back to Walter, noticing his expression was a bit off.
"I don’t know what’s going on. He said he had something to do, took some time off, and has been gone for many days."
Brett Jacobs had actually followed Sienna Johnson.
Given Sienna Johnson’s importance to Adrian Desmond, no one dared to disregard her safety.
Walter Klein could only imagine he’d be the first to suffer when Adrian Desmond found out about this. Brett Jacobs was cunning. Knowing Adrian Desmond would be furious when he found out, he’d used the excuse of protecting Madam to follow Sienna to Himakati. Brett Jacobs had easily escaped Adrian Desmond’s wrath.
"Is Sienna staying in Desmond Manor lately?"
"Yes!" Walter Klein said, forcing himself.
Every word he uttered now pushed him closer to the point of no return. Walter Klein felt as if a guillotine hung over his neck, ready to fall at any moment.
"Take good care of her for me. Fulfill any requests she has."
"Yes."
"Is my Uncle okay now?"
"Yes."
Adrian Desmond pondered, then said, "What is Xavier Young thinking? How could he so easily let my Uncle go?"
"..."
"I thought he was going to use my Uncle to threaten me, trying to gain benefits from me."
Walter Klein’s heart pounded. He didn’t dare to look into Adrian Desmond’s eyes, fearing he would discover the truth.
Lies were like snowballs, growing larger the more they rolled. Once you told the first lie, you needed countless others to cover it up.
"Is there anything else that needs signing?"
"No."
"Then you can go."
"Yes!" Walter Klein, feeling a wave of relief like a pardoned prisoner, clutched the folder and left the ward, feigning composure. The moment he stepped out, he collapsed onto a bench in the corridor.
This can’t go on, he thought. I’ll slip up sooner or later. What should I do?
「...」
One day, while a male nurse was giving Adrian Desmond a sponge bath, Melanie Carpenter walked in. Adrian Desmond frowned but said nothing.
"Sixth Brother, let me do it instead."
"No need!"
Adrian Desmond refused. Melanie Carpenter didn’t insist, but she did help by wringing out towels and performing similar tasks.
"Sixth Brother, do you feel better today?"
"Mhmm."
In truth, Adrian Desmond had been constantly experiencing chest pain. The doctor had examined him but couldn’t find any cause.
Perhaps it’s because of Sienna Johnson, Adrian Desmond mused. I miss her so much my heart aches.
The nurse finished washing Adrian Desmond’s upper body and was about to wash his lower half when Adrian refused. The nurse then helped Adrian into his patient gown. Melanie Carpenter stepped forward to help.
"Sixth Brother, let me button it up for you."
"No need..." Adrian tried to stop her. Suddenly, something glinted, catching his eye. He blinked. When he focused again, he was shocked by what he saw on Melanie Carpenter’s ring finger.
