Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 116: The Police Come Knocking (Revised Edition)
Caleb Sinclair’s breath halted, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he quickly patted his own mouth, "It’s my fault, my fault for saying the wrong thing, Sienna, don’t get upset."
Sienna Monroe didn’t reply, stuffing a piece of orange into her mouth.
It was indeed very sweet.
With a gentle bite, the orange juice burst in her mouth, sliding down her throat, swallowed into her stomach.
Yet, it couldn’t sweeten her heart at all.
Perhaps the overthinking made her sleep restless again tonight.
She had a mess of dreams and faintly heard someone calling her name. The voice was very familiar, but she couldn’t capture the figure of the person.
Around six-thirty in the morning, she woke up.
Outside the window, it had started drizzling again at some point.
The pitter-patter of the rain sounded like a melodious and winding symphony.
She forgot most of the dream, only remembering the blurred voice calling her name.
Around ten-thirty in the morning, there was noise coming from outside.
The door to the ward was slightly ajar, she could only vaguely hear the conversation outside.
The hand Sienna Monroe placed on the blanket suddenly tightened, her expression slightly dazed.
Caleb Sinclair asked puzzled, "Who are you?"
"We are from the Nancroft Police Department, here to look for the director of the Serena Art Museum, Sienna Monroe, to understand some situations. We heard she’s in the hospital, so we came. Is she inside?"
Caleb Sinclair frowned, he hadn’t slept well these past few days either.
He hadn’t slept the night before yesterday, and last night, he was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. On that small sofa, he only dozed for less than four hours.
His dark circles were deep, and his lean face lost its usual gentleness and handsomeness. At this moment, it appeared somewhat harsh and grim.
His voice at this point also didn’t sound very friendly, "I’m her husband, whatever you have to say, you can say to me. She’s unwell and needs rest."
The police said, "We need Miss Morgan to personally explain this matter to us. How about this, we won’t all go in; we’ll have these two female officers go in and talk, how about it?"
Five people from the police came in total.
Three men and two women.
The police learned from her assistant that Sienna Monroe had an accidental miscarriage a few days ago and is now recuperating in the hospital, afraid it’s inconvenient for men to go in, they specially called two female officers over.
Caleb Sinclair saw that they were very serious and that so many people came, he also knew it might be something important.
He couldn’t guess what business warranted such a grand turnout. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, the police had already taken a step back, it would be unreasonable for him to hold them off, so he nodded, allowing them in.
He let the three male officers sit in the living room and took the two female officers to knock on the ward’s door.
As the door opened and Sienna saw the two females in police uniforms, she pressed her lips tightly.
Yesterday afternoon, her uncle just said arrangements were made, and today people came.
Sooner than she expected.
Caleb Sinclair, seeing her puzzled expression, quickly went over and explained the situation to her.
Sienna Monroe’s pale face was full of confusion and helplessness, the swelling around her eyes hadn’t subsided.
"May I know what the two of you would like to understand?"
The female officer didn’t beat around the bush and said straightforwardly, "We received a tip-off saying you’re engaged in illegal operations, and we are now conducting a legal inspection of your properties; this is a search warrant."
Illegal operations?
Hearing this, Sienna Monroe’s pupils shockingly contracted, weakly shaking her head, repeating emotionally, "Impossible, impossible! How could I be involved in illegal operations? The art gallery is my mother’s life’s work, I would never tarnish it..."
Caleb Sinclair quickly held her shoulder, comforting, "Sienna, don’t worry, the police are just here to understand the situation..."
"How can I not worry? Audrey and Faye Irving’s joint exhibition is next month; at such a time, what will happen if I’m investigated along with the gallery?"
The other female officer said, "Miss Morgan, whether the Serena Art Museum is involved in illegal operations can only be concluded after our investigation, so we need you to cooperate with us."
Caleb Sinclair frowned and asked, "Who reported this? What evidence do they have?"
The female officer replied, "I’m sorry, Mr. Sinclair, we must protect the safety and basic personal information of witnesses according to the law, and cannot disclose this information."
"Miss Morgan, we need to investigate all properties under your name, including any industries you’ve invested in or hold shares in. From today, you’re not allowed to leave the Imperial City.
Should you need to go somewhere, you are required to report to us, and also please keep your phone accessible, we need to communicate about the investigation at any time."
The world outside seemed to have been soaked to mold by this continuous drizzle.
Tears welled up in Sienna Monroe’s eyes, as if her throat was clogged with an old funeral shroud, unable to make any sound.
She helplessly looked up at Caleb Sinclair, with evident reliance and plea for help in her eyes.
As if desperately clutching at a lifeline, she tightly gripped Caleb Sinclair’s arm, her nails digging into his flesh, shaking her head painfully and hopelessly.
This is not right, this is not right.
She didn’t engage in illegal operations, she didn’t.
It must be someone trying to ruin my reputation.
At this moment, she was like a moth trapped in a glass jar, no matter how hard she flapped her wings, it was all in vain.
Caleb Sinclair couldn’t feel the pain in his arm.
Instead, he felt like his heart was planted with a cactus by her silent plea and tears, each heartbeat driving the thorns deeper.
The pain so finely, densely covered his entire heart.
He understood more than anyone how important the Serena Art Museum was to Sienna.
Moreover, she wasn’t the type to engage in illegal operations.
He bowed his head, gently arranging her disheveled hair, his motion tender as if handling fragile porcelain.
His voice was hoarse and filled with compassion, "I know, Sienna, I know, leave it to me, I’ll handle it."
