Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 131: Caught Between Mother and Wife, How Should I Choose?

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Caught Between Mother and Wife, How Should I Choose?

At eight-thirty the next morning, at the police station.

Captain Chaney interrogated Caleb Sinclair once again.

In just two short days, stubble had grown on his chin.

His originally tender and deep almond eyes were now somewhat sunken, swollen, and blue.

They were filled with web-like red veins and a hint of dark gloom.

The shirt that had always been neat and tidy was now wrinkled and unkempt, the man looking completely exhausted.

These past two days, he had barely closed his eyes, not daring to do so.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the haggard and despairing face of Sienna Monroe would appear in his mind.

Just imagining her panic-stricken, helpless, and fearful appearance made him feel like a saw blade was tearing at his heart repeatedly.

And that pain, it was like his soul being utterly consumed by endless darkness.

A profound sense of powerlessness.

Especially now, on the third day, he knew nothing of Sienna Monroe’s current situation.

He originally wanted to have his attorney check on Sienna and June Ewing, but the police refused this request.

They said that until the case was cleared, no suspects were allowed to communicate with each other.

At the moment, he sat dejectedly on the interrogation chair.

After waiting about three or four minutes, Captain Chaney and another male officer walked in.

He lifted his eyes, saw them, and anxiously stood up, asking, "How long are you going to keep investigating? My lawyer has already submitted the evidence. I really don’t know anything about this. Why won’t you let me go?"

The police officer behind him immediately pressed him back into his seat.

"Mr. Sinclair, please don’t worry. Once the investigation is clear, we’ll release you," Captain Chaney’s voice was calm, almost indifferent.

Caleb Sinclair shook off the officer’s hand, his pupils contracting as his emotions broke down completely. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Then what about my wife? You can investigate me all you want. She’s truly innocent. She knows nothing about organizing prostitution and hasn’t participated in any management decisions.

The share transfer contract was signed by her because I had deceived her about the true situation. It has nothing to do with her! How long are you going to hold her?"

He really couldn’t stop worrying about Sienna Monroe.

He didn’t even dare imagine how terrified she must be, alone in the dark cell at night.

These successive blows were devastating to her.

He constantly wanted to go to her, hold her in his arms, and gently comfort her anxiety and despair.

Captain Chaney looked at him calmly, his voice unhurried, "But the ledger at Radiance Beauty Spa clearly states that Sienna Monroe has been receiving dividends for the past year. How do you explain that?"

Caleb Sinclair’s throat tightened, as if a mouthful of blood was stuck.

His breathing became rapid.

What was he supposed to say?

That it was his mother’s doing, forcing it on Sienna?

That would undoubtedly push his mother into an even deeper abyss.

But if he didn’t say anything, Sienna’s suspicions would never be cleared.

The police were obviously using Sienna’s significance to him to extract a confession.

A confession from a son seems more convincing than from anyone else.

Captain Chaney was in no hurry, crossing his legs, watching him struggle in the bottomless quagmire like an outsider.

While June Ewing and Sienna Monroe stood on the shore, handing him ropes and sticks.

On one side was the mother who gave birth to and raised him, on the other was the wife he loved dearly in this lifetime.

No matter how he chose, one of them would be abandoned by him.

He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and after a long moment, he finally made a suffocating choice.

*

Around ten in the morning, Sienna Monroe returned to Moonlit Villa Estates in a taxi.

She had changed back into the outfit she was wearing when taken away two days ago, her hair somewhat disheveled.

Although she had somewhat roughly recuperated over the last two days, her beautiful and full face had not entirely regained its complexion, still looking pale and thin.

Auntie Miller was very surprised to see her, hurriedly approaching with a face full of concern.

"Young Madam, you’re back. How did you become so haggard? How’s your health? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Sienna Monroe looked at her in a daze.

Auntie Miller was sent by June Ewing to take care of their daily needs after she married Caleb Sinclair.

So, in front of her, she also had to put on an act.

In this way, when Caleb Sinclair returns, she can describe the current scene to him more convincingly.

She seemed to be in a daze for a long time before slowly reacting, nervously and eagerly holding her hand.

A line of clear tears flowed down her hollow eyes.

It was as if she had been holding back her emotions for a long time, finally finding an opportunity to let them out.

Her lips trembled, her face full of helplessness and confusion, trying to say a complete sentence.

But it was as if her throat was stuffed with a plug.

The choking sounds were intermittent.

"What... what should I do? Auntie Miller, the police won’t let me see him... and they won’t release him, what should I do? What should I... I do?"

Auntie Miller, who had taken care of her for three years, felt only heartache seeing her like this.

She hurried to support her, comforting her, "Young madam, don’t worry, the young master will definitely have a way. Everything will be fine, you need to believe in him. In a few days, the young master will surely come back to accompany you."

Sienna Monroe, hearing this, was desperately in need of an answer, looking at her with bewildered eyes.

"Really?"

"Of course it’s true. The young master loves you so much, he wouldn’t bear to worry you at home. Don’t think too much, just stay at home and wait for him to come back."

Auntie Miller consoled her while pulling her into the house, "Young madam, let’s go inside and have something to eat."

Sienna was led to sit by the dining table, and shortly after, a servant brought a bowl of hot red date and white fungus soup.

Auntie Miller also made two of her favorite breakfasts.

She hadn’t eaten in the morning, and now she was indeed a bit hungry.

But she still had to put on a weak and unenergetic appearance, so she feebly shook her head.

Mumbling, she said, "I’m not hungry."

Auntie Miller gently persuaded, "Young madam, you can’t do this, you should eat a little. Otherwise, your body won’t hold up, and when the young master returns, he’ll be even more heartbroken and remorseful."

Listening to these words, Sienna was slightly moved, and after a few seconds, she slowly took the spoon and began to drink the white fungus soup.

After eating, Auntie Miller took Sienna upstairs to rest in her room.

"The things you and the young master brought back from the hospital, I’ve reorganized them and placed them in the cloakroom."

The entire room remained tidy and bright, but Sienna didn’t take much notice and her eyes fell on the shop transfer contracts on the coffee table.

Her heart gradually calmed down.

Without showing any expression, she moved her gaze away and gently nodded in agreement.

After Auntie Miller closed the door and left, she didn’t rush to move the contract, instead, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. After coming out and confirming there was nothing unusual,

she took complete photos of the two contracts and the transfer document and sent them to Sebastian Prescott.

About an hour later, Sebastian replied.

[You can sign, there’s no problem.]

Sienna asked further, [Does it mean that once signed, those two shops will officially become mine?]

Sebastian: [Yes.]

Receiving this definite reply, Sienna breathed a sigh of relief, took a pen from the drawer, and on those documents, signed the name "Sienna Monroe" one by one.

Still using neat and elegant print.

Around two o’clock the next afternoon, while she was still taking a nap in her room, Caleb Sinclair had already returned from the police station.

After saying a few words to Auntie Miller, he hurriedly went upstairs.

When he opened the door, he deliberately lightened his steps, walking to the bedside.

Looking at her pale, bloodless face, his eyes filled with a layer of mist-like heartache, but he was also afraid of disturbing her sleep, even holding his breath lightly.

Sienna had always been a light sleeper, and she was also wary of this environment.

When she sensed a shadow looming over her, she sprang up like a startled bird.

Seeing the slightly disheveled figure in front of her, she froze for a moment.

Her heart also sank slightly.

Caleb Sinclair had actually returned.

She thought she would have to wait until tomorrow for his return.

After a few seconds of pause, she came to her senses, pretending to be frightened, retreated a few steps, and in a voice tinged with sobs, she said, "Don’t come near, it’s not me, I didn’t, I didn’t..."

Her reaction of fright was like a giant hand viciously squeezing Caleb’s heart.

At that moment, in this silent house, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking.

He hurriedly squatted down, reaching out to her, suppressing the tremor in his voice, trying to keep his hoarse voice from sounding too heavy.

"Sienna, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, it’s me, it’s me, I’ve returned."