Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 208: Tracing It Back to Caleb Sinclair?

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Tracing It Back to Caleb Sinclair?

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His candid and natural demeanor made her realize she might be overthinking and too concerned.

Sienna Monroe was at a loss for words. She averted her gaze, avoiding looking at his bare chest, and shook her head with an uneasy expression, "It’s nothing."

After speaking, she walked over to seriously examine the wound on his arm wrapped in gauze.

It was a bit red around the edges, but not swollen.

Thankfully.

Sienna was so focused that she didn’t notice the subtle lift of Sebastian Prescott’s lips or the fleeting trace of mischief in his eyes.

By the time she looked over, his expression had returned to normal.

"Did it hurt after the anesthetic wore off last night?"

Sebastian paused for a moment and replied honestly, "Yes."

"Did it hurt a lot?"

"Not too bad."

How could it not be bad?

He bled so much last night, and the wound was so grotesque.

She thought this to herself, recalling the scene from last night when the doctor stitched him up, her heart tightened a little.

She said softly, "Take the medicine later. If the fever doesn’t go down and the wound swells, you must go to the hospital. It’s not something to be careless about."

"I know."

As Sebastian responded, he began to put his shirt back on. Since one arm couldn’t move, his movements were a bit clumsy.

Sienna watched for a few seconds, seeing him struggle to lift his injured arm, only to get stuck at the shoulder.

After more than ten seconds without progress, she couldn’t hold back.

She helped him lift the sleeve and guided his arm through it.

Then she tore open the packaging of an ice patch, lifted the bangs on his forehead, and applied the patch.

Sebastian stayed still, allowing her movements, feeling her cool fingers and gentle touch.

And the subtle, fluctuating scent of camellia at the tip of his nose.

When Sienna dropped her hand, he reached out and grabbed it, frowning slightly, looking up to ask, "Are you cold?"

Sienna paused, his hand was large with distinct knuckles, with only calluses at the spot where he held a pen, dry and warm.

A few seconds later, she shook her head, "Not cold."

As she spoke, she glanced at the time and naturally withdrew her hand, "Taking medicine right after a meal isn’t good for the stomach. Wait about twenty more minutes to take it."

Sebastian nodded, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

Sienna pressed her lips together and patiently sat by for about twenty minutes before going to the kitchen to fetch a cup of warm water.

According to the doctor’s instructions, she poured out six or seven pills.

Sebastian threw them all into his mouth, took the warm water from her, and swallowed all the pills in two or three sips.

Sienna asked, "The medicine might not take effect quickly enough. Do you want to take a nap?"

"I don’t really feel like sleeping yet." Sebastian looked at her, his voice a bit lazy, "What about you? Want to rest for a bit?"

Sienna shook her head, "It’s fine. I’m not sleepy either, let’s wait until your fever goes down."

The two of them sat on the sofa like that, chatting occasionally.

Even though Sebastian was ill, due to either the breakfast or the beauty before him, he was energetic enough.

He wasn’t overly reserved in front of Sienna, soon lazily leaning back on the sofa.

Half an hour later, Sienna took his temperature again.

The temperature had dropped to 39.1 degrees.

The fever still hadn’t subsided.

Sebastian seemed to notice her worry and reassured her, "Maybe the medicine hasn’t fully kicked in yet, no rush."

Sienna nodded and didn’t say much more.

Around 7:30, his temperature dropped to 38.4 degrees.

Sienna was a bit restless, wanting to go lie down, so she stood up, gave him a few instructions, and was ready to leave.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She paused, looked back at him in confusion.

Sebastian explained, "It should be Hannah Nash, here to pick me up."

Aside from Joy Prescott occasionally visiting here, the only others were the cleaning lady who came weekly, and then Hannah Nash, who visited the most.

Helping him with rides, finding documents, Hannah was already very familiar with it.

As per usual, she pressed the doorbell once, waited about ten seconds, then entered the password herself and came in.

Coincidentally, Sienna and Sebastian were still three or four meters away from the entrance, they exchanged glances and were both momentarily stunned.

Hannah saw Sienna and was completely taken aback.

If not for seeing Director Prescott, she would’ve thought she took the wrong elevator or stairs.

"Director Prescott, Miss Morgan."

After two seconds of shock, her good professional conduct allowed her to quickly regain her composure, greeting them both as usual.

Sienna couldn’t hold back her laughter at her reaction.

She nodded slightly, "Long time no see, Assistant Nash."

Hannah nodded in response, her voice warm, "Long time no see."

After exchanging brief greetings, Sienna didn’t delay any further and left.

She took a two-hour nap on the bed, woken by a call from an unfamiliar number.

Answering, a deep and resolute voice came from the other end, "Miss Morgan, hello, I’m Leon Chaney, the captain of the Southcroft Criminal Investigation Division. Is this a good time for you?

I’d like to discuss last night’s knife-related injury case with you."

Hearing this, Sienna immediately sat up, "Captain Chaney, how about this, let’s meet at the art gallery in half an hour."

"Alright."

She hung up the call, quickly washed and changed, and took a cab to the gallery.

She had just arrived a few minutes before Captain Chaney came with a young man she’d seen before.

In Sienna’s office, they sat down as Nora Joyce brought three cups of tea.

Leon Chaney asked about the details of last night’s incident, including the appearance and characteristics of the suspect.

Just like yesterday when Sebastian asked if she had any enemies or such questions.

It didn’t take long, and before leaving, Leon asked her one last question, "Miss Morgan, what do you think... your ex-husband is like?"

Sienna was taken aback.

Did they check into Caleb Sinclair?

She pressed her lips slightly, "Before answering this, can I first ask, was the man who attempted to attack me last night caught?"

Leon Chaney sharply picked up on the implication, "Not yet. Does Miss Morgan believe he is related to your ex-husband?"

"Yes."

Sienna spoke candidly, "But I have no evidence; it’s just an intuition."

This statement could also be seen as answering Leon Chaney’s previous question.

What kind of person Caleb Sinclair was in her mind.

If she thought he was a good man, worth trusting, they wouldn’t have divorced, and she wouldn’t now use intuition to say that last night’s drama was directed by Caleb Sinclair.

Leon understood, nodded, and said, "Alright, thank you, Miss Morgan, for your cooperation. I’ll update you promptly with any progress on the case."

"Great, thank you."

Sienna escorted them to the lobby downstairs of the gallery, and as she walked back, Director Dawson approached.

"Director, Aura Art Gallery sent over a painting, it’s one of your mother’s works."