Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 58: Who Is the Owner of That Number?

Sienna Monroe didn’t know where she found such courage from; not knowing what that liquid was, she resolutely rushed over to try to push Sebastian Prescott out of the way.

But Sebastian’s reaction was quick. As the sense of danger slowly approached, he became alert.

However, Sienna suddenly rushing over really caught him off guard.

He instinctively reached out to pull Sienna into his arms, and as the liquid was about to fall on them, he quickly turned around, ending up unsteadily falling onto the ground.

His broad fingers protected her head.

The liquid spilled onto the ground, rapidly creating calcium sulfate, carbon dioxide, and water, instantly evaporating, making a "sizzling" sound while producing a gray-white gas.

A part of the splashed liquid landed on Sienna’s coat, rapidly scorching and dissolving it.

It’s sulfuric acid!

High concentration sulfuric acid!

"Take it off quickly!"

Just as Sienna was preparing to move, she heard Sebastian’s slightly anxious voice in her ear. As he spoke, he was already tugging at her coat.

She didn’t hesitate for a second, knowing how formidable sulfuric acid could be.

Immediately cooperating, she took off the coat and threw it aside.

High concentration sulfuric acid has a very strong dissolving ability, and also a sticky capability; if it connected with the clothing inside, it would be fortunate, but if it burnt her skin, it would be a whole different matter.

As the man was about to throw more sulfuric acid from the bottle at them, Peter Caldwell and Wyatt Ward, who were ahead of them, turned around upon hearing and quickly ran over.

Wyatt’s sharp eyes quickly knocked the glass bottle from the man’s hand while Peter swiftly kicked him in the waist. As the man fell to the ground, they restrained his hands behind his back with one knee pressing him down hard, "What are you trying to do?!"

Wyatt looked at the liquid on the ground, full of surprise, "Sulfuric Acid. Mrs. Sinclair, are you alright? Has any sulfuric acid splashed on you?"

If really calculated, this could be counted as their dereliction of duty.

When they left, they also feared that Sebastian and Sienna had things to discuss, so they intentionally walked ahead.

Sienna said "I’m fine," her gaze lingering on the sulfuric acid that was still "sizzling" on the ground, recalling the shock in her heart; she daren’t think—what if it splashed on her, on her face?

The feeling of lingering fear was like a silent giant hand, instantly enveloping her.

Suddenly, a strong, dry hand grabbed her arm, swiftly replacing the hand of fear within her heart, with a warmth flowing from somewhere inside.

"Did you get hurt anywhere?" Sebastian asked.

Sienna snapped back to reality, lightly shook her head, using his strength to stand up; but before she spoke, a slight pain came from her ankle.

She frowned, dropping her gaze to see four or five small scratches with tiny blood beads on her fair skin.

This happened when her ankle scraped against the concrete ground as she fell, causing abrasion.

Her knees felt painful too.

Sebastian noticed it as well, frowning and turning to Wyatt, "Could I trouble you two to take him to the police station first? I’ll take her to the hospital to treat the wound and will come later."

"No problem."

Peter and Wyatt took the tall, thin man to the car, heading straight to the police station.

Sienna started to speak, "I can go by myself, it’s you who is the involved party, the police will want your statement."

"It’s not urgent, the police also need to interrogate her, they are witnesses, you are also one of the involved parties."

Sebastian let go of her hand, picked up her bag that had fallen onto the ground, opened the car door, pulled out the car keys, and took a black coat from within to give her.

"Put it on."

He spoke mildly, without a hint of command.

The cold winter night wind was rampant, Sienna’s coat was unusable now, and she had only a brown high-neck sweater on.

It was the same coat he lent her on the rainy night.

But looking at him with just a shirt on, seeming even thinner, she hesitated, "I’m fine, you should wear it."

Sebastian was taciturn; he didn’t try to persuade her but directly placed the coat in her arms, "My car’s tires are leaking, let’s take a cab to the hospital."

Speaking of which, he took out his phone and tapped it twice, seeing a missed call from nearly an hour ago.

He hesitated a bit, then asked, "Around seven, when you called me, was there something you needed?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Sienna stopped dressing, detecting his probing intent.

He was too perceptive.

This call she could fabricate some excuse for, but for the bodyguards coming to help him?

She had no clear explanation.

Sebastian’s deep, dark eyes were as sharp as X-ray machines, scanning through you within seconds, uncovering the truth.

This feeling, was indeed unpleasant.

Because no matter what kind of reasons or excuses, they could easily be broken down by Sebastian.

Given that, why waste the effort in reasoning?

"I know you want to ask how I knew, but I can’t say, nor can I explain. I mean no harm to you; acting today was solely because it involved your life."

Her gaze was calm, her voice indifferent, her attitude open.

Sebastian looked for any trace of insincerity in her expression but found none, "And last time?"

Last time?

Sienna paused, recalling the text message advising her about the drink Sebastian shouldn’t have last time.

She suddenly realized that until now, that string of texts had sent her dozens of messages.

Most focused on herself.

Except for these two, which she had no direct relation to.

The initial choice to have Sebastian represent her in the divorce case was due to guidance from that text.

But why?

What was the pattern here?

Who was the owner of that string of numbers?

A mobile number with no traceable information.

She couldn’t understand, although under Sebastian’s gaze, she bit her lip, forcibly suppressing the unresolved queries bubbling in her heart.

She cleverly deflected, "You’re my attorney, I paid a significant fee; the case shouldn’t be abandoned before it’s even tried, right? Besides, you helped me that day too."

Sienna’s reply was rather skillful.

Sebastian’s earlier insinuation aimed to discover how she knew of the two incidences.

Yet, Sienna’s response transitioned into why she helped and saved him.

Flawless, impeccable.

Sebastian scrutinized her, since she didn’t want to disclose, it was fine; suppressing his doubts and suspicions, he diverted his gaze.

Sienna worried he might inquire further, so she shifted the topic, "Those two, do you know them? Are they accomplices?"

"No." Sebastian replied indifferently, "The thinner one is from another case."

Sienna tugged the corner of her lips, "Your... enemies, are numerous."

"Hm, more than friends."

"..."

"The car’s here."

He supported Sienna to the curb, hailed a cab via the app, and headed to the hospital.

The trouser hem rubbed against her scraped ankle, the pain growing more apparent; she bent over to roll up the trouser leg.

But upon arriving at the hospital, once out of the cab, the trouser leg fell again, continuing to chafe her abraded ankle.

Her knees hurt too; she didn’t inspect them further for similar injuries.

Sebastian observing her pause, pursed his cool lips into a line, squatted and rolled her trouser leg back up, silently supporting her as they walked inside.

In a daze, Sienna found herself on a bench while Sebastian went to register.

Ding!

The phone in her bag chimed with a text notification again.

Earlier, rushing to push Sebastian, she had tossed this bag aside; now its leather was all scratched.

The bag worth over two hundred thousand was essentially ruined.

[Vivian Nash spent over an hour in the cold wind on the balcony last night, deliberately catching a cold, trying to retain Caleb Sinclair. After you left the gallery, she fainted and Nora Joyce called an ambulance, sending her to the hospital. She contacted Caleb Sinclair and is currently in the ER.]