Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 138: The Text Message Sent to Caleb Sinclair

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: The Text Message Sent to Caleb Sinclair

Sienna Monroe felt there was something fishy about his words.

It seemed like he was deliberately saying it for her to hear.

What?

Did he want her to volunteer to help him?

But she pretended not to understand, showing concern on her face, and reassured him softly, "Don’t worry, Dad has always valued you and cared about you, he definitely won’t just ignore you.

Perhaps the impact of this matter is too significant, Dad has been having headaches recently, but there will always be a solution."

Caleb Sinclair turned his head to look at the worry in her eyes, pressed his lips together, and took a while before nodding his head.

When the car stopped at the intersection waiting for the green light, he seemed to suddenly remember, asking, "By the way, Sienna, doesn’t Quincy River Group and Hughes Properties have ongoing business collaborations?"

See...

If you don’t respond to him, he’ll always find a way to bring it up.

Sienna Monroe sneered inwardly, paused for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I really don’t know about this, the Hughes Group affairs are not for me to meddle in."

That was indeed the truth.

Caleb Sinclair chewed over his words repeatedly in his mouth, almost gnawing them to shreds, yet unable to voice them.

The Hughes Family is a major player in the Imperial City’s real estate, if the family intervened, collaboration with the Quincy River project would be much simpler.

Even if Hector Sinclair wanted to reap the rewards in between, Quincy River would not easily accept it.

To put it harshly, his current situation forces him to rely on Sienna Monroe, so he doesn’t have to face other powers and can forge ahead.

He felt guilt towards Sienna, always feeling that... making her help save his mother and then expecting her to save the company felt no different than his mother’s exploitation of her.

In the end, he could only swallow his previous words and smile, "I was too hasty, I’ll call my cousin a bit later and ask him."

Sienna Monroe listened and nodded.

But she was sure in her heart that he dared not contact anyone from the Hughes Family.

Otherwise, June Ewing’s matter wouldn’t have taken him so many days, he would’ve reached out to the Hughes family much earlier.

The fact that he needs her to convey the message, isn’t it just because he’s feeling insecure and can’t swallow his pride, and the Hughes family is more likely to soften towards her.

In this façade of deep affection, there have already been many impurities mixed in.

It’s impossible to wash them away.

Caleb Sinclair suppressed the disappointment in his heart and followed up, "Has Uncle said anything about Mom’s situation? What’s going on now?"

Sienna Monroe froze, recalling Sebastian Prescott’s words today, she could only fabricate a half-lie.

"Uncle called me this morning and said the police investigation is almost completed, and they are preparing to close the case and turn it over to the prosecutor’s office."

Caleb Sinclair panicked internally, tightening his grip on the steering wheel, "Then..."

Sienna Monroe interrupted him, "Uncle means we shouldn’t rush, given the high profile of this case involving so many elites. Mom is the boss of Radiance Beauty Spa.

If we act hastily, we might mess things up in a clever way. His plan is probably to wait until after the trial judgment so that the impact is lower."

Caleb Sinclair heard this and his panic was instantly calmed down.

Indeed, this situation can’t be rushed.

Wanting to rescue someone before the case is concluded is somewhat a fantasy.

He chuckled and said, "Uncle is right, we should patiently wait for this matter."

"Yes."

Sienna Monroe responded softly.

When they returned home, Auntie Miller had already prepared some of the dishes, and Caleb Sinclair washed his hands and entered the kitchen to get busy.

Once he finished cooking four dishes and a soup, he was just about to go upstairs to call Sienna Monroe down for dinner when the phone he had left on the dining table suddenly emitted a clear text message notification.

He picked it up casually and glanced at it.

This number didn’t seem to be from Imperial City.

Nor was it a number that he had saved in his contacts.

Content: [Radiance Beauty Spa is under investigation; the informant behind it is your wife, Sienna Monroe.]

He froze, the look in his eyes behind his glasses erupted with astonishment, causing the originally relaxed posture to instantly tense up.

Impossible!

Sienna Monroe had no idea about the Radiance Beauty Spa issue, and since Mom was arrested, she had been very concerned about Mom’s situation, even returning to Northgate specifically to ask her uncle for help.

With such sincere efforts, how could Sienna be the informant?

He repeatedly denied it internally, staring at the number, his eyes darkened, replaced by a sinister look, as he dialed the number directly.

But the phone on the other end played a robotic female voice: [Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off and cannot be reached at this time.]

He hung up, deeply furrowing his brow.

Who exactly sent this text?

And with what purpose?

Trying to sow discord?

Caleb Sinclair pursed his lips, dialed a number from his contacts, "Help me trace a number, I need all the information on the owner as soon as possible."

After hanging up, Sienna Monroe, who had showered and changed into sleepwear, came downstairs.

Spanning five or six meters, Sienna Monroe inadvertently locked eyes with him, resembling a millennia-old dark pond, unfathomable, with a palpable chill.

She hesitated, wondering what this gaze... meant?

Just as suspicion arose, the emotion in Caleb Sinclair’s eyes softened.

"I was about to call you, and you came down yourself, come over, sit, it’s time to eat, I specifically made your favorite sweet and sour ribs tonight, try them, see if the sugar is overcooked or not?"

He placed the phone down, gestured to her, kindly pulled out a chair for her.

His voice remained gentle and laughing, as it usually was.

As if the fleeting scrutiny and coldness earlier were just her illusions.

Sienna Monroe pursed her lips, her gaze resting on his phone on the table.

Could it be that June Ewing’s case had some developments?

Or...

Had Vivian Nash contacted him again?

This possibility seemed more likely.

She suppressed her doubts, walked over, sat down, and picked up a chopstick to try the sweet and sour ribs first.

Sweet but not greasy, the acidity was balanced, not overshadowing the original flavor of the ribs, with firm and tender meat.

He had made this sweet and sour ribs for so many years, getting increasingly skilled over time.

"Delicious." She smiled, offering her evaluation.

"If it’s good, have more." Caleb Sinclair sat opposite her, adding another rib to her bowl before suddenly saying, "Sienna, with Mom’s situation, I must trouble you.

I’ve decided that once Mom is out, we’ll send her abroad for recuperation, what do you think?"

Sienna Monroe was taken aback.

His words came across too abruptly.

She unexpectedly caught a hint from it.

Could it possibly be about June Ewing’s case from his phone just now?

Then why would it...

Under his gaze, she didn’t have much time to ponder deeply, her eyes lifted with delight, she nodded with a smile.

"That’s fine, once Mom is out, she won’t be suitable for life in the Imperial City anymore, we can buy her a house abroad, visit her each year, spend time with her during the New Year. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

But have you decided which country yet? Ideally somewhere with a slow pace of life, a place where the climate is pleasant."