Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 110: He Doesn’t Want a Divorce, Doesn’t Want to Lose Sienna Monroe
June Ewing was so angry after hearing this that her heart ached.
The grandson she had hoped for over the past two or three years was now gone, and the marriage of her son and daughter-in-law was on the verge of being ruined by that troublemaker, Vivian Nash.
If word got out, the Sterling Family would lose all their face.
How would Isaac Sinclair view her and her son?
She gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, "That little bitch!"
There was a path to heaven, but she chose to walk through the gates of hell.
Fine!
Then she would grant her wish!
Looking at Sienna Monroe’s tear-stained face, she forcefully suppressed the fury and ruthlessness in her heart.
The most important thing now was to ensure that Sienna didn’t get divorced.
She quickly pulled out some tissues to wipe her tears and, with forced patience, gently coaxed, "Sienna, stop crying now, you’re still in your postpartum confinement period. What will you do if you end up with lingering health issues?
This issue is Caleb’s fault, rest assured, whether it’s Caleb or that little vixen, I’ll give you an explanation, okay?"
June Ewing comforted her repeatedly, staying in the hospital room for nearly an hour.
Seeing that Sienna was no longer crying, she finally breathed a little sigh of relief, prepared to get up and leave, "Just focus on recovering, don’t overthink, your health is more important than anything. I’ll come see you again tomorrow."
Sienna nodded gently through her tears.
Once the door closed, the sadness and sorrow gradually faded from her face. She got out of bed, pulled back the covers, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
She had cried for more than an hour, and it was quite unsightly.
She was also exhausted.
Both body and soul were tired.
She lifted her head, looking at the exhausted, red, and swollen eyes in the mirror, with a rather embarrassed face, taking a slow breath and sarcastically pulling at the corner of her lips.
Now she just needed to wait for news from her uncle.
Outside, June Ewing walked out of the hospital room and saw Caleb Sinclair leaning dejectedly against the wall. When he saw her, he straightened up and called in a low voice, "Mom."
But as soon as he spoke, June Ewing raised her hand and slapped him.
Smack!
In the quiet corridor outside the maternity ward, the slap sounded like a glass cup shattering on the tiles, sharp and piercing.
The VIP maternity ward didn’t have many occupants, nor was there a nurse’s station, as it was privately managed, so there was no fear of being seen.
Unlike Sienna’s earlier light slap, June Ewing put all her strength into this one.
Caleb Sinclair’s head turned to the side from the impact, a clearly visible palm print on his face.
Bright red and glaring.
"That Vivian Nash really has you trained better than a dog. How did I raise such a brainless thing like you,
to be led by the nose by a woman! Did you think you could hide Vivian Nash’s pregnancy from me?"
Caleb Sinclair’s throat convulsed, the burning pain on his face making him feel somewhat numb.
He murmured softly, "I didn’t mean to hide it from you, I just... wanted to handle it myself."
"Handle? How would you handle it?" June Ewing sneered coldly, mocking, "Hide her away before I found out, let nature take its course after ten months?"
Caleb Sinclair said firmly, "I won’t let her have the baby."
June Ewing clearly didn’t believe him, and snorted coldly, "Vivian Nash is none of your concern, I’ll handle it myself."
Upon hearing this, Caleb Sinclair felt a sense of foreboding, "Mom, you..."
Smack!
Before he could finish, June Ewing slapped him again without any courtesy.
This time, the force seemed to be even stronger than before.
She gritted her teeth and asked, "Have you come to your senses? If not, I’ll continue hitting you!"
Caleb Sinclair was left dazed by the hit, looking at June Ewing in shock.
June Ewing was also determined. If she didn’t wake him up, who knows what kind of trouble might arise in the future.
She pointed at Caleb Sinclair, scolding angrily, "Isn’t it obvious you never learn your lesson! You’ve got lard over your heart! You’re nearly twenty-eight, about to be a father, when will you grow up?
How have I taught you since you were young? Now your marriage is barely holding on, and you’re still thinking about that bitch Vivian Nash? Is she more important than Sienna and your future? I warn you, Caleb Sinclair, if you divorce Sienna,
your father won’t need to lift a finger, I’ll be the first to break your legs! I’ll throw you out of the Sterling Family, and then you can do as you like! I don’t have such a foolish son!"
It’s all falling apart...
Divorce...
Caleb Sinclair was stunned for a moment before his sluggish brain finally started working. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
It felt like a piece of his heart had been carved out, and the blood was ebbing away like the tide, leaving only a dry beach, painful to step on.
He hadn’t meant to cover for Vivian Nash.
After what Vivian Nash had done, how could he easily forgive her?
He just wanted to confront her in person, have her abort the child, and cut off all ties with her.
Those slaps from June Ewing really woke him up a bit.
Did it really matter if he cut off ties?
Sienna already knew, and she’d even had a miscarriage because of it.
He didn’t want a divorce, he didn’t want to lose Sienna.
His eyes, now red, welled up with tears again, his deep, hoarse voice like it had been ground over gravel, sending a shiver through one’s heart.
"Mom..."
June Ewing looked at the son she had carried for ten months and raised from a young age, her heart ached, of course.
But if she didn’t show a firm attitude now, there would truly be no chance of salvaging the situation.
She glared at him, unable to hide her disappointment, "What good does calling for mom do now? Sienna is upset, she lost a child, you better comfort her well! And with such a big issue,
it can’t be hidden, I’ll handle your father, but you better figure out how to explain it to the Hughes Family, you’ve seen Fabian Hughes’ temper,
he’s protective and domineering. Leo Monroe might even return from Meridia, think it through yourself."
With that, she left him alone, too much more would hurt her eyes.
She had no idea where in his upbringing did something go wrong, how did she end up raising such a useless thing?
Hadn’t she once felt proud of her son?
Thinking he was outstanding, cultured, and refined, not at all inferior to his two older brothers after returning from studying abroad.
But what happened with Vivian Nash made her realize she might have been fooled by his gentle appearance.
Is she heartbroken?
No, she’s distressed.
June Ewing sighed helplessly.
The elevator reached the next floor, she paused, then stepped out. At the nurse’s station, she inquired about which room Vivian Nash was in.
Mentioning the name, the nurse showed impatience, "In room 2750, but she suddenly went missing this morning, her phone can’t be reached, her mom is looking for her too!"
Vivian Nash is missing?
June Ewing furrowed her brows.
Did she know she was going to be dealt with and hid ahead of time?
Where could she hide?
June Ewing smirked coldly, stepping back into the elevator, arriving at the underground parking, she took out her phone from her bag and dialed a number.
Her voice was ice-cold, without a trace of warmth, "Find out Vivian Nash’s whereabouts for me, once she’s found, take her directly to a private clinic, and have the child aborted."
