Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 133: The Final Act Draws to a Close
Caleb Sinclair took almost forty minutes to shower, and in the meantime, Auntie Miller had already served the meal.
When he came out, he saw Sienna Monroe kneeling on the carpet.
The curtains in the room were drawn open, and the golden sun was streaming in through the glass windows.
Tiny specks of dust floated in the beams of light, casting a fragmented, golden glow.
Caleb paused at the doorway for a good while.
His deep eyes stared unblinkingly at her, and words like warmth, coziness, tenderness—all words representing beauty—leaped one by one into his mind.
Finally, they all perfectly aligned with Sienna Monroe.
He always thought he was lucky to be with her, to have married her...
Now, just thinking about the reckless things he used to do, his heart would be heavily compressed by gravity, causing intense pain.
Sienna looked up and met his affectionate eyes. In that short distance, she could clearly capture the emotions bursting forth in his eyes.
Guilt, regret, joy, excitement, and a trace of relief.
She paused in her action of peeling the shrimp, a small disturbance rising in her heart, but she couldn’t help but softly ask, "What are you doing standing there? Come eat, before it gets cold."
Caleb walked over with a smile and saw that there were already four or five peeled shrimp piled in his bowl.
His gaze almost softened to the clouds at the horizon, as he placed the unfinished shrimp from her hand into his bowl, pulled out a few napkins, and wiped her hands clean.
"Don’t hurt your hands. I can do this."
After wiping her hands, he put the shrimps back in her bowl, leaving only one, "Right now, you’re the one who needs to eat more shrimp."
Sienna gathered herself, didn’t refuse, and picked up her chopsticks to eat with him.
When she was almost done, she put down her chopsticks, opened her mouth hesitantly, and finally asked tentatively, "How is Mom doing now? Can she come out?"
At that, the warmth in Caleb’s eyes stalled, and he looked up at Sienna.
He hesitated and instinctively wanted to ask if she could trouble her uncle and brother to mediate a bit?
But he found it hard to speak those words.
It felt like a sharp thorn was lodged in his throat, and any words that came out would be shattered.
His mother yearned to pull her entirely into the abyss, so how could he have the audacity or face to ask her for help?
He swallowed that bitterness, trying to soften his voice as much as possible, "The police department isn’t allowing any visits. I’m not sure how Mom is doing right now. After dinner, I’ll have to go back to the old house and discuss it with Dad."
"Aren’t you going to sleep for a bit?"
"No, I won’t sleep." Caleb added to reassure her, "It’s fine, I’ll sleep when I get back."
Sienna nodded, not saying anything further.
After the meal, he changed into another set of clothes and drove back to the old house.
Hearing the engine start downstairs, she chuckled to herself, with a hint of contempt flashing across her eyes.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to the lady of the house: [Caleb’s out, he’s heading to the old house now.]
After sending that message, she didn’t worry about it anymore.
As for how the lady of the house would intervene, it was no concern of hers.
Just like Sebastian Prescott said, by the second day of Caleb’s release, the police had started investigating those with past transaction records.
By the third day, this had already spread within the elite circles of Imperial City.
Within a few hours, it became a sensational topic, a subject of gossip at many dining tables.
Caleb Sinclair exhausted himself running around for this matter, but Sienna remained indifferent, with no waves inside her heart, just quietly watching him running around everywhere.
Seeing the hope in his eyes grow increasingly faint, watching him suffer from insomnia night after night, teetering on the brink of an emotional breakdown.
Except for when necessary, when she needed to feign being worried and concerned, she didn’t have to do anything else.
That night, Caleb finally couldn’t resist and took her hand.
With reddened eyes, he softly pleaded, "Sienna, please help me, help Mom, okay?"
He was really at his wit’s end.
Going back to the old house to ask Dad for help, but Dad’s attitude was unclear and hesitant, and instead, he was scolded by his elder brother, Kian Sinclair.
The friends he used to hang out with now avoided him like the plague.
He couldn’t even meet them, a few even straight up blocked him.
Even back when he was first brought into the Sterling Family and labeled a "bastard," he hadn’t experienced such cold and harsh treatment.
Sienna looked at the pity and helplessness in his eyes, and her heart sank slightly.
She seemed to guess what he wanted to ask of her.
She seemed to guess what he wanted to ask of her.
She seemed to guess what he wanted to ask of her.
Her face was slightly stunned, eyes filled with confusion, "Me? Can I help? If Mom needs help, of course I’ll help."
Caleb was taken aback, not expecting her to agree so quickly without a second thought.
These past couple of days, even though she hadn’t shown any resentment towards her mother, he believed she still felt upset deep down.
After all, her mother’s intention to drag her into the mess was too obvious, so he hadn’t brought up anything about her mother lately.
With pity in his eyes, he squeezed her hand and softly said, "Of course, you can help. Things have escalated to this point; only you can help Mom now."
Sienna Monroe urged eagerly, "Tell me quickly, how can I help to get Mom out?"
Caleb Sinclair, eyes reddened, spoke with a trace of choke in his voice, "It’s actually very simple. You just need to call your big brother and uncle, ask them to help mediate. Not saying they can completely acquit Mom, but at least they can prevent her from suffering inside, being bullied.
Mom’s already 52, she endured hardship bringing me up for more than ten years, and as her son, I really can’t bear to see her suffer a prison sentence of more than ten more years."
Sure enough.
She wasn’t wrong.
With the Sterling Family standing by and doing nothing, in the entirety of Imperial City, only her brother Shane Morgan and her uncle’s family could step in now.
But how thick-skinned must he be to open his mouth and say this?
He clearly knew June Ewing’s manipulation and exploitation of her.
Under such circumstances, he still had the nerve to ask her to seek help from her brother and her uncle.
Being shameless makes one invincible, indeed.
Her heart kept dripping with sarcasm.
Yet, a fitting trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a show of heartache filling her face, "I know, I’ll call later... Forget it, such a big issue can’t be explained over the phone,
a few words are not enough. I’ll head back to Northgate tomorrow and speak with Uncle in person, but..."
Caleb’s heart, which had just relaxed, tensed up again at her "but".
He cautiously asked, "What’s wrong?"
Sienna hesitated for a moment, then apologized, "My brother is in Valerium, and he might not come back this year, so... probably can’t help."
Caleb let out a slow breath that he had been holding, gently persuaded, "It’s alright, for such matters, your brother doesn’t need to come back, just a phone call will do."
Hearing this, Sienna nodded lightly, "Understood. Then I’ll go back to Northgate first."
"Your health..." Caleb showed concern in his brows, "I’ll drive you back."
Such hypocrisy.
While he cared for her, he also made her run around for June Ewing’s matters.
Yet, he still spoke words of concern.
She coldly sneered in her heart, but her voice remained warm and gentle, "It’s okay, it would be inconvenient for you to go with me. This is something I need to discuss myself."
Caleb sighed, feeling sorry, "Honey, thank you for your hard work."
"Since it’s for Mom’s sake, I don’t feel the hardship."
Though she agreed verbally, she certainly wouldn’t take action. The next day, after returning to the Hughes Family in Northgate, she discussed the situation of June Ewing’s case with her uncle.
After having lunch, she chatted with her aunt for a bit, then went back to Southcroft in the afternoon to trick Caleb, saying that her uncle and brother had agreed to help, telling him not to worry and to be patient.
Upon hearing this, Caleb, who had been anxious for days, suddenly felt at ease because of her words.
He trusted Sienna, believed in Fabian Hughes and Shane Morgan’s capability.
The progress of the case was much faster than Sienna had imagined.
Within just a week, the clients of the prostitution ring had all been investigated.
The entire aristocratic circle in Imperial City was in chaos, and trending news was coming in one wave after another.
On the afternoon of January 15th, Sienna suddenly received a message from Sebastian Prescott: [The Radiance Beauty Spa prostitution case has solid evidence, and in a few days, it will be transferred to the prosecution for trial in court.]
She froze for a moment.
After all these days, she had been waiting for the case to be finalized.
Now that it has arrived, the overwhelming excitement made her heart race uncontrollably.
In over three months, she had come step by step, and only she knew the hardships and emotions involved.
The final act of this drama was finally coming to an end.
She pondered for a moment, a faint gleam shadowed her eyes, then typed and sent a message: [I want to see June Ewing, is that possible?]
Sebastian replied: [When?]
Sienna: [Before the case is handed over to the court and prosecution.]
It took more than half an hour for Sebastian to reply.
Until dinner time, when his message finally flashed on the phone’s screen: [You can go to the police station to find Captain Chaney tomorrow morning, he will take you in.]
Sienna paused as she picked up the food.
So during this time without replying, he had gone to make arrangements for her.
She relaxed, unobtrusively curled her lips, and sent back a "Sure, thank you."
