Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 189: An Apology Gift

Eleanor Troy’s pupils constricted, and her usually expressionless and cold face suddenly surged with uncontrollable anger.

She sprang to her feet, pointing at Sebastian Prescott as if he were a heinous criminal and enemy.

"You!"

She shook with rage, "All these years... you dare bring up these years? Who caused me to become this shell of a person?

Isn’t it all because of you?! If not for Joy, I would have strangled you long ago! You don’t deserve to live in this world!"

Sebastian Prescott’s face was calm, his eyes cold and stern, yet without a trace of turmoil.

These words, he had heard them for over twenty years, they no longer inflicted any harm on him.

He didn’t want to dredge up the rotting past with her.

It was impossible to make sense with her.

He slowly stood up, glanced at her coolly, and spoke in a tone that was both an announcement and a command.

"Sienna Monroe may not be suitable for the Prescott Family, but she only needs to be suitable for me, Sebastian Prescott. I have more than one elder above me; with Grandma around, it’s not your place to interfere!

I will only say this once! I don’t want today’s incident to happen again!

Otherwise, I will assist my older brother in thoroughly rectifying the Prescott Family’s rules!"

With that, he ignored Eleanor Troy’s hateful gaze, lifted his leg, and exited the main hall.

In truth, he wanted Eleanor Troy to personally apologize to Sienna Monroe.

But he knew that was impossible.

To speak of it would be in vain.

So, he couldn’t be bothered to mention it again.

When he reached the second courtyard, he ran into the butler, stopped to ask with a composed face, "Has anyone been visiting the Fourth Courtyard to see the lady recently?"

He hadn’t called Eleanor Troy "mom" for many years.

Not since each time she clutched at his neck saying "you deserve to die," looking at him with eyes full of hatred.

To him, the name Eleanor Troy had become nothing more than Mrs. Prescott.

The butler seemed used to his attitude and tone.

Carefully recollecting, he said, "Recently, only the eldest miss, the fourth miss, and Third Miss Grant have visited the lady."

Upon hearing this, Sebastian Prescott furrowed his brow.

The eldest miss referred to Joy Prescott.

The fourth miss was his uncle’s daughter, known as Eloise Prescott.

Third Miss Grant, of course, referred to Claire Grant.

Sebastian Prescott furrowed his brow, his gaze grew cold as ice, "Does Claire Grant visit her often?"

The butler replied, "Miss Grant has visited twice after the New Year, each time bringing Italian pastries she made for the lady to taste. Mrs. Dunn said, the lady is quite fond of her."

"When was the last time she came?"

"The day before the Lantern Festival, she came together with the fourth miss."

Sebastian Prescott pressed his lips, "I see."

As he was about to leave, the butler called him back, "Second Young Master, the eldest young master will return from his business trip shortly. Aren’t you going to join him for dinner?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Sebastian paused mid-step, replied coolly without looking back, "No, I have other matters to attend to."

Walking a few more steps, he remembered, "Also, conduct a staff review at the Fourth Courtyard. Grandma’s not here, and my brother is busy; you can’t afford any mistakes in the household."

The butler was momentarily stunned by the words, his demeanor turning stern, "Yes, thank you for the reminder, Second Young Master, I understand."

Sebastian Prescott stepped into the car and drove straight back to Southcroft.

It was peak evening traffic, and that exceedingly luxurious black Bentley was stuck in traffic for over half an hour.

By the time he arrived at The Left Bank Courtyard, it was already past eight o’clock.

When he headed upstairs, he hesitated for a moment.

Glancing at his watch, he first went to the 15th floor, retrieved a small sandalwood box.

Then, carrying the four azalea pots he had purchased days ago, descended to the floor where Sienna Monroe resided.

It was around this time that Sienna Monroe had just returned, finishing a call with Shane Morgan, preparing to shower.

She was surprised to hear the doorbell.

Not expecting anyone to visit at this time, but upon seeing who was on the screen by the wall, surprise crossed her face.

Sebastian Prescott?

She was taken aback, slowly opened the door, and saw him with each hand carrying azalea pots tied with hanging basket ropes.

There were four pots in total.

Unlike the last two pots, these four were in bloom.

The azalea flowers bloomed quietly, their petals like newly fallen snow, slightly curled at the edges, as if kissed by the moonlight hanging outside the curtain, leaving behind traces.

The heart of the flower was adorned with a few slim yellow filaments, adding a touch of elegant beauty.

They were beautiful.

But there was some confusion on her face, her usually calm and pretty eyes appearing somewhat dazed, "What is this..."

Sebastian Prescott slightly raised the pots he held, "A peace offering."

A peace offering?

Sienna Monroe was momentarily enlightened, instantly understanding.

It was an apology for Eleanor Troy’s rudeness that afternoon.

She paused, accepting one of the hanging baskets, slowly said, "Ah. Azaleas, so they are quite beautiful, I wonder when the other two will bloom."

Sebastian Prescott answered, "Usually between March and June."

Sienna Monroe nodded, asked casually, "When did you return?"

"I just got back not long ago." Sebastian Prescott replied, "And you? Have you eaten?"

"I just got home not long ago as well, and yes, I’ve eaten."

Sebastian nodded slightly, took out a small wooden box engraved with a rabbit and a large clock from his pocket, and handed it to her.

The box wasn’t big, just the length of a palm.

Nor was it heavy.

But it was very delicate, especially the chubby rabbit which was vividly carved.

Beside it was the inscription: "A whiff of incense spirals, peace and safety year after year."

Sienna Monroe froze, her hand momentarily stiffened, looking at him puzzled, "This is?"

"It’s my peace offering."

"Hm?"

Sienna Monroe was visibly taken aback, stared at him in surprise, pointing to the azalea pot in her other hand, "Then this is..."

"Also my peace offering."

This really left Sienna Monroe perplexed.

Sebastian Prescott said, "They’re all little trinkets. You can open it to see if you like it."

Sienna Monroe moved her lips, yet no sound came out.

After a tense ten seconds, she took the box, ready to place the azalea basket on the ground, Sebastian Prescott reached to take it from her.

Their fingers inadvertently brushed against the back of her hand.

Sienna Monroe paused.

Though it was just a brief touch, probably for only a second, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his fingers.

They were warm, seemingly quite dry.

A delicate sensation swept across her heart, she averted her gaze from his, pulling out the lid of the sandalwood box.

Inside lay a keychain.

On a black braided cord was strung an amber and teal bead, centered by a pink rose, with a peach wood carved chubby white rabbit at the bottom.

The rabbit even had blushed cheeks.

Simple and exquisite, yet very cute.

And there was also a vermilion talisman carved with the word "Peace".

It carried a light sandalwood scent.

At first glance, Sienna Monroe was fond of it.

From her subtle expression, Sebastian Prescott sensed her inclination, slightly relieved.

He explained, "This was purchased during the New Year when I accompanied my grandma to Cragmont Temple, it was blessed by a master."

Cragmont Temple?

Ridgeland’s Cragmont Temple, known for its efficacious divination slips.

Many worshippers travel from afar year-round to pray for peace and health.

And the talisman hanging beside the rabbit, that was what he sought.

Sienna Monroe idly pondered, the surprise in her eyes gradually fading, curiously asked, "Why did you choose to give this?"