Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 117: It’s Been Found (Revised)

The police left amidst Sienna Monroe’s cries of despair.

Caleb Sinclair didn’t get up to see them off; listening to her sobs, he felt as if his heart might shatter.

He gently comforted her distressed emotions with patience, "Sienna, it’s alright, I’m here. I won’t let anyone destroy the art gallery your mom left you, okay? Don’t cry, please?"

Hearing this, Sienna lifted her head from his embrace, her voice interrupted by sobs.

"But... since that person reported it... they might have more moves planned?"

She clutched her chest, tears falling like a broken string of pearls, one after another, "If... if I can’t even protect the gallery... Mom will definitely blame me,

and the kids will blame me too, blame me for being so useless, unable to protect anything... nothing."

Caleb’s hands, whether from her words or her tears, felt like small ponds boiling on their surface.

An overwhelming wave of regret drowned his senses instantly, as if a dull blade pierced repeatedly into his already shattered heart.

It was him who was worthless.

Blame him, everything was his fault.

He was the culprit for her heart-wrenching pain and her collapse into despair.

"I’m sorry, darling, I’m sorry, don’t blame yourself, it’s all my fault, all my fault..."

He hugged Sienna tightly, wishing he could meld her into his very being, tremblingly apologizing and admitting fault over and over.

Sienna rested her chin on his shoulder, letting him hold her, remaining still, tears continuing to fall.

However, the eyes once filled with agony regained a touch of clarity.

Suddenly, she felt that Vivian Nash was right.

A man’s love was useless, but his softness and compassion were valuable.

Just like now, she needed only to unconsciously rely on him enough, and she could receive his willing heart driven by guilt and remorse.

*

Since the police visit, Sienna grew more and more silent, often not speaking much in a day, her eyes like two dead lakes, unaffected by any storm.

It seemed all light had been swallowed into a bottomless abyss.

Sitting motionless like an empty shell without a soul.

In her world, time had long since become fragmented.

In just a few days, she had noticeably thinned.

This quiet and stillness made Caleb Sinclair incredibly anxious, so he completely set aside his work to stay by Sienna’s side incessantly at the hospital.

He talked to her a lot every day, even if he didn’t receive a response, he didn’t mind.

Whether it was due to the inefficiency of those Caleb hired to investigate or Fabian Hughes giving too few, too obscure clues.

By Sienna’s fifth day in the hospital, he still hadn’t discovered the underground operations of Radiance Beauty Spa.

That afternoon, while accompanying her and chatting over fruit, he received a phone call.

"Sienna, I’m going to take a phone call, you keep eating."

Perhaps fearing she might overthink or misunderstand, he deliberately showed the phone to her, "It’s a call from the company."

The caller ID displayed "Special Assistant Langley".

It was Caleb Sinclair’s assistant.

The emotions in Sienna’s eyes were faint, still void of light, only nodding slightly.

Once he left and the door of the hospital room closed, her eyes gradually gained focus, throwing the fork back onto the fruit plate, covering herself with the blanket, and walking to the window.

Since yesterday, the deep winter in Imperial City had begun to snow again.

Outside, the scenery was clad in a white silver robe, snowflakes drifted softly in the fierce cold wind, layer upon layer, wrapping the world in soft snow.

However, Sienna’s mood was not as quiet as the snowy scenery; instead, there was a sense of dullness and irritation.

Having played the role for so many days, she was indeed a bit tired of staying in the hospital.

Ding!

The quiet office was suddenly disrupted by a phone notification sound.

Sienna paused, monopolizing her thoughts, suppressing the agitation in her heart, and returned to the bedside, picking up her phone to unlock it.

It was still that mysterious unknown number.

[Caleb Sinclair’s people have already found out about the underground operations of Radiance Beauty Spa.]

So they found out.

Sienna pursed her lips.

After Caleb Sinclair confronted them, June Ewing would certainly investigate who leaked the information to him.

Regarding the share transfer, it had to be expedited.

Perhaps she could hint a bit later.

Just as she thought this, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from behind, and Sienna quickly deleted the text message without a trace, swiftly switching to the WeChat interface.

Just in time, when Caleb Sinclair came over, he saw the WeChat interface.

"Why did you get up?"

Sienna tried to let her eyes fill with mist-like moisture, she opened her mouth, grasping his arm in panic, "Caleb... Caleb Sinclair, I want to be discharged, I want to be discharged..."

Seeing her like this, a stabbing pain hit Caleb’s heart, and he hurriedly held her hand, "What’s wrong? Did... did something happen?"

Sienna blinked lightly, and tears once again slid down her cheeks, speaking incoherently, "Nora Joyce sent me a message saying... the police... are auditing the gallery’s accounts,

I... I’m the director, I need to go over there... I’m going to change my clothes now."

Caleb held her back, "Sienna, don’t worry, maybe the police are just checking the accounts to see if there’s anything suspicious..."

"How can I not be anxious?" Sienna interrupted him emotionally, "The joint exhibition is coming up, if this affects the gallery’s reputation... what should I do?"

"Didn’t you say you’d help me investigate? Have you found anything these days? Who is the informant? What’s going on, why are they doing this to harm me? Why?!"

In the depths of Caleb’s heart, where his guilt could never heal, sharp pain surfaced once more.

He concealed the dark shadow in his eyes, pulled her into his embrace, soothing her with a trembling voice, "No, Sienna, how could I let someone harm you and slander you like this? Trust me."

Perhaps fearing that she’d agitate again, he concocted a benevolent lie, trying to shield her from the dirty truth he knew.

He spoke softly, "I now have clues about the informant, but I need to verify them; give me a little more time, okay? I promise, I guarantee that you and the gallery’s reputations will remain unblemished."

Sienna’s lashes fluttered, and the tears clinging to them fell.

"Really... really?"

"Yes, really, didn’t I promise you? I would never hurt you again, otherwise, let the heavens strike me down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sienna quickly covered his mouth, nodding hurriedly, "I trust you, Caleb Sinclair, I trust you... I can only trust you... don’t let me down again, I really can’t take it anymore."

In an instant, Caleb’s heart was harshly hit, the entangled guilt and intense pain made his breath somewhat labored and uneasy.

He choked out a "Okay."

Gently wiping her tears with his thumb, "Then I’ll go and verify this matter first, I’ll come back early to have dinner with you, alright?"

His voice and demeanor were so tender, so tender that a faint revulsion arose in Sienna’s heart.

Still, she had to calm herself, avoiding his gaze, retreating from his embrace, with eyes shimmering with expectation, nodding lightly, "You go."