Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 176: Mediation Court

Sienna Monroe also thought of this.

Actually, she wasn’t planning to call the police, nor did she want to have a cut-throat battle with Caleb Sinclair.

After all, he still held the evidence that she was the whistleblower at Radiance Beauty Spa.

There are some acts of self-harm that end up causing more damage to the enemy, but ultimately, they are not worth it.

She said, "But it is evidence, it can help me with the divorce, right?"

Sebastian Prescott looked at her, hesitated, and asked, "Did you know in advance that he would drug you?"

Sienna Monroe said calmly, "It’s a guess. Yesterday afternoon, Isaac Sinclair came to me, trying to delay the divorce. So, I knew Caleb Sinclair would come to see me."

Guess?

The doubts buried deep in Sebastian Prescott’s heart resurfaced again.

There is a mysterious aura about her, a fog that cannot be captured.

But what is the truth behind the fog?

"What makes you think he came to drug you?"

Sienna Monroe met his gaze for a moment and then let her eyes fall on the disposable cup.

She said softly, "It wasn’t the first time he drugged me. A few days ago, I suspected he had drugged the breakfast pancakes, so I had them tested. The results should be out these two days."

Sebastian Prescott’s face was cold, his expression indecipherable.

The kitchen was silent for a moment. She slowly looked up and asked, as if seeking confirmation, "He will apply for out-of-court mediation, right?"

It seemed that only by hearing the answer she wanted from him, could her heart completely settle.

She wanted to escape this terrifying marriage.

She was determined to sever ties with Caleb Sinclair.

Sebastian Prescott knew her intentions, his eyes slightly restrained, his voice deep and slow, "He will. However, since he can resort to drugging you,

his psychology may have undergone...a significant change. You need to be cautious."

His words were expressed quite tactfully.

To come up with such a sinister move indicates how twisted Caleb Sinclair’s mind is.

An unpredictable person, uncertain of what shocking and terrifying act he might do next.

Sienna Monroe frowned slightly, nodded, and said, "Mm, I know."

She tidied up the kitchen a bit, went to the door to check the wall video, and saw Caleb Sinclair still standing there in despair, seemingly lost as he refused to leave.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation and disgust rising in her heart, and couldn’t be bothered to deal with it.

Returning to the living room, she saw Sebastian Prescott had just finished a phone call.

She glanced at the time; it was already 11:30, and in half an hour, it would be time to eat.

Since Caleb Sinclair was not leaving, he couldn’t leave either.

Thinking of this, she asked, "Caleb Sinclair is still here. If you don’t mind, how about staying here for lunch?"

At the sound, Sebastian Prescott looked up at her, his eyes still clear, and after a few seconds, he replied evenly, "Okay."

The ingredients in the refrigerator were bought yesterday afternoon, quite comprehensive.

Sienna Monroe contemplated a few menus in her mind and began preparing them.

After a while, Sebastian Prescott also came in to help.

She moved her lips slightly, seeing him roll up his black shirt sleeves, revealing a slender, muscular forearm with distinct and smooth lines.

She said, "No need, you can sit out there for a while, I’ll be quick..."

"It’s fine," Sebastian Prescott interrupted her softly, "It doesn’t matter sitting outside either."

As he spoke, his hands didn’t stop moving, looking very skilled.

Sienna took the opportunity to ask, "Do you often cook at home?"

Sebastian Prescott replied succinctly, "Occasionally."

Only when it comes to cases, would he talk more, otherwise, he wouldn’t engage in idle chat with anyone.

Sienna didn’t ask further.

They spent half an hour in silence, preparing four dishes and one soup.

To be precise, Sienna was just assisting on the side. When it was time to stir-fry, Sebastian naturally took the spatula.

But truthfully, his cooking was indeed tastier than hers.

After she tasted each dish, he asked, "How is it?"

Sienna looked up at him.

For some reason, it reminded her of the time she cooked for him, eagerly waiting for his evaluation, she couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"Mm, it’s delicious."

Sebastian nodded and didn’t say anything further.

After the meal, at some point Caleb Sinclair had left outside the door. He wasn’t in a hurry, and patiently accompanied Sienna Monroe in the living room for another half-hour of tea before finally getting up to leave.

Sienna sent him to the door, and only after the elevator doors closed did she return to the house.

The whole house still looked clean and tidy, but for some reason, she felt disturbed, so she called the housekeeping service.

*

The divorce petition was submitted to the court in the afternoon, and two days later, the court notified the filing.

Three days later, the copy of the divorce petition was mailed by the court to Caleb Sinclair’s hands.

He tried to contact Sienna Monroe, but Sienna had already blocked his phone number and WeChat.

Sienna said she never wanted to see Caleb Sinclair again, but that was obviously in anger because it was impossible not to meet.

On the ninth day after filing, with just over a week left before New Year’s, the court arranged a pre-trial mediation notice.

Sebastian Prescott said it’s a standard court procedure.

If the mediation succeeds, it can avoid the hassle of a second mediation and trial.

It also greatly reduces the time involved.

The weather on the day of court mediation was still good, sunny and warm, with a gentle breeze.

Before entering the court, Sebastian Prescott turned his head and asked her, "Are you nervous?"

At his words, Sienna Monroe paused for a moment, meeting his deep and slightly indifferent gaze.

She laughed lightly and shook her head, "No."

After a couple of seconds, she asked, "If the mediation succeeds, will we still need to register the divorce at the civil affairs bureau?"

"No. As long as the court mediation agreement is signed, it takes effect immediately."

Sebastian Prescott explained to her, in the warm breeze, slightly dispelling the aloofness in his words.

"There are generally two situations: one is on-site mediation; the other is off-site mediation. If mediation reaches an agreement, the court will immediately draft and sign the mediation document, which takes effect once both parties sign.

The second type is not much different, but requires waiting for three to five days before drafting and delivering to the parties’ residences, with the agreement taking effect in 15 calendar days.

Don’t worry, if the agreement succeeds this time, chances are we’ll sign the mediation document today."

Sienna Monroe’s eyes slowly warmed, and she softly replied, "Okay."

Sebastian Prescott said, "Let’s go, we should go in."

When they arrived, Caleb Sinclair and his lawyer had already been there for a while.

At the sound of footsteps, Caleb lifted his head, and two matching figures were deeply mirrored in his restrained and warm peach blossom eyes through his glasses.

One was in formal attire, with an exceptional and refined aura; the other was simple and intellectual, with an elegant orchid-like demeanor.

The two stood side by side, as natural as the alternation of day and night, like an exquisitely composed painting.

Caleb Sinclair’s heart suddenly became stifled.

Immediately, many indescribable and surging emotions welled up within him, eager to separate the two.

He wanted to fiercely embrace Sienna Monroe, embed her into his bones and blood.

To tell the world, that Sienna Monroe is his, and his alone.