Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 185: Sienna Monroe, I Won’t Let You Win

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Sienna Monroe, I Won’t Let You Win

Vivian Nash harshly slapped herself.

Wake up!

You can’t die, do you understand?!

Another gust of cold wind blew in. She gritted her teeth, struggling to drag her heavy body to the door and used all her remaining strength to close it.

If the cold wind kept pouring into the house, she would certainly die today.

She still wanted to crawl to the living room to call 911, but she had crawled less than two meters before her breathing became more rapid, as if a mountain was pressing down on her back.

The pressure made it hard for her to breathe.

Suddenly, those eyes filled with intense hatred couldn’t help but slowly close.

At that moment, she completely lost all her strength to struggle and hate, collapsing into a pool of blood.

On the morning of New Year’s Day, after a whole night of snow, it finally stopped.

With the sun rising, countless golden rays pierced through the biting clouds, slanting onto the snow-covered ground, bursting into diamond-like fragments of light.

As if the frozen river of stars from last night had come back to life.

The housekeeper arrived at Rippling Crest Estates as agreed, every morning between seven and seven-thirty to prepare three meals a day for Vivian Nash. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She had heard many rumors about Vivian Nash and looked down upon her somewhat. Besides, from their interactions during this time, she found Vivian difficult to serve and bad-tempered.

If the food wasn’t to her taste, she would throw things in anger.

If it weren’t for the high salary Vivian offered, she would have quit long ago.

On New Year’s Day, she took a deep breath, intending to greet Vivian with a smile, but as soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a horrifying scene that sent chills down her spine.

The blood trailing all the way, after a night of alternating hot and cold, seemed to have dried up.

Vivian Nash lay with her hair disheveled, in an extremely eerie position on the ground, her body covered in blood.

This...

It was like a suffocating crime scene!

She stood there in shock for a long moment before she cried out, "Miss Nash!"

*

At the hospital.

After breakfast, Sienna Monroe accompanied Leo Monroe for his IV drip, and she was pouring a cup of boiled pear water for him.

This was brought by Audrey, along with several changes of clothes prepared by the housekeeper at The Monroe Residence.

Ding!

Her actions paused for a moment as she glanced at the phone covered on the table. She quietly moved it aside and handed the pear water to Leo Monroe.

After he drank it, she picked up the phone to read the text message.

[Caleb Sinclair was confined by Isaac Sinclair after returning from your mediation court session and was only allowed out yesterday. Last night, he went to Rippling Crest Estates to settle scores with Vivian Nash, who has now miscarried!]

Sienna Monroe slightly lowered her eyes, gripping the phone more tightly.

Caleb Sinclair personally made Vivian Nash lose the child in her womb?

He really is that ruthless.

No.

That’s just who he is.

So be it.

After all, it’s just dog-eat-dog, as the saying goes.

It has nothing to do with her anyway.

She just wondered when the court’s complaint copy would be delivered to Vivian Nash.

A sardonic curve appeared on her lips as she looked out at the clear weather outside the window.

New Year’s Day.

What a great day.

Shane Morgan arrived on the afternoon of the second day of the Lunar New Year, and Sienna Monroe drove to pick him up, while Audrey stayed with Leo Monroe.

Shane Morgan didn’t bring much luggage.

He looked at his sister, whom he hadn’t seen for over a year, and habitually raised his hand to tap her forehead.

His clear voice held a trace of evident tenderness, "I’m back. Tell me about the current situation."

Sienna Monroe was momentarily stunned by his forehead-tapping gesture.

Shane Morgan was six years older than her, and since she could remember, he liked to tap her forehead.

He tapped when he was angry, when he was happy, even when he teased.

All these years, the habit hadn’t changed.

She pulled out a gentle smile.

It seemed that only in front of him could she be carefree and return to being that once innocent, bright, and joyful child.

With tears in her eyes, she nodded lightly, "Okay."

The car was driven to the hospital by Shane Morgan. By the time they got out of the car, he had already learned most of what had happened recently.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions.

The pressure that Monroe had been under during this time was imaginable.

Just after the divorce, she had to face the devastating news of her father’s stomach cancer.

It’s amazing she could hold it all together.

He didn’t say anything, only raised his hand again to lightly tap her forehead.

The two of them reached the 16th floor of the inpatient department, arriving at the doorway of the ward just as Audrey was walking out with a receipt sheet, almost bumping into Shane Morgan, who was walking in front.

Seeing the figure looming down on her, Audrey stopped in time and deftly stepped back.

She looked up and met the eyes of the man standing before her.

Then she naturally said, "The nurse brought over a payment slip just now and mentioned that starting now, no food is allowed, and from tomorrow morning, no water either. I’ll go downstairs to make the payment, you all chat."

With that, she sidestepped Shane Morgan and left.

A familiar, elegant fragrance brushed past Shane Morgan’s nose, making him frown slightly.

He turned his head to watch Audrey’s departing figure, and after just a few seconds, he refocused, stepping into the ward.

On the third afternoon of the Lunar New Year, at two o’clock, Leo Monroe was taken into the operating room.

The moment the surgery light came on, everyone waiting outside the operating room felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Over five hours felt long and torturous to them.

Until the surgery light dimmed, and a few minutes later, a doctor in surgical scrubs came out.

He told them, "The surgery was very successful, but to prevent postoperative infection, the patient needs to be observed in the ICU for three to seven days."

Upon hearing this, the tension in everyone’s hearts finally eased.

Sienna Monroe’s tears, held back for days, finally began to fall.

Thankfully, thankfully.

It hadn’t progressed to the point of no return two years later.

By the time Leo Monroe was transferred to the VIP ward, it was the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, coincidentally the day the art gallery opened, yet Sienna Monroe did not make an appearance.

Instead, she entrusted everything to Director Dawson and Nora Joyce.

On the morning of the 12th, around eleven, Nora suddenly messaged her: [Director, someone is looking for you. It’s a lady dressed elegantly and neatly, yet very tastefully.]

Lady?

Sienna Monroe saw this line and felt surprised and bewildered.

She didn’t know many aunts, and all of them had her contact information.

Who would specifically go to the gallery to find her?

She typed and asked: [Do you know who she is? Why is she looking for me?]

Nora replied: [I asked her, but she didn’t say, nor did she say why she was looking for you. When she learned you weren’t there, she walked around the exhibition area twice and left.

However, she looks... not very approachable, a bit harsh, but well-maintained and looks young.]

Not very approachable?

Harsh?

Well-maintained and young?

These three descriptions briefly went through her mind.

Yet she still couldn’t think of a fitting person.

She really didn’t know anyone like that.

Could it be she wanted to collaborate with the gallery?

Thinking of this, she told Nora: [If she comes again, ask her to leave a contact number, or give her my number.]