Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 181: Foreseeing Two Years Ahead

Sienna Monroe’s expression showed slight hesitation as she tentatively asked, "I know The West End Ainsworth Family is quite renowned. This third daughter..."

Sebastian Prescott looked at her, pressed his lips together, and explained, "She’s been unwell since childhood, so she rarely appears in the public eye."

So that’s how it is.

This explains why the seemingly flamboyant and high-profile Grant Family has protected Claire Grant so well.

There isn’t a shred of information about her online.

After the realization, Sienna slowly began, "She mentioned this before, which I found quite intriguing. It made me wonder, in this world... are there really foreseeing dreams?"

That day, she was actually probing.

Coincidence is a double-edged sword.

It can foster much beauty at times, but also breed much sorrow, even... bloodshed.

With too many coincidences, it surely becomes intentional.

It just so happened she knew Sebastian Prescott, it just so happened Claire Grant mentioned foreseeing dreams, and it just so happened their acquaintance completes a closed loop.

She has a reverent fear of the concept of fate.

But she doesn’t wholly believe in it.

Things that can change are not entirely governed by fate.

Sebastian Prescott furrowed his brow and murmured quietly, "Foreseeing dreams..."

Sienna is right, does such a thing truly exist in this world?

Even if it does, why would Claire Grant mention it to Sienna?

Are the inexplicable mysteries surrounding Sienna somehow linked to this so-called foreseeing dream?

The confusion in his heart proliferated, but he chose not to pursue it further.

Instead, he naturally shifted the conversation, chatting with her about matters concerning the case.

Regarding the past between Sebastian Prescott and Claire Grant, Sienna did not ask, and he did not mention.

The two remained together for less than an hour before Sebastian Prescott stood up to leave.

Without delay, that afternoon he contacted Caleb Sinclair.

However, it was Caleb’s proxy attorney who came to meet him.

The attorney carried Caleb’s personal seal and an all-encompassing proxy agreement, meeting Sebastian Prescott at a coffee shop.

He wasn’t as aggressive or domineering as he was in the mediation court a couple of days ago.

He didn’t hesitate, cooperating fully, and only briefly scanned each clause in the transfer documents.

Upon confirming no errors, he would stamp Caleb’s personal seal on the last page and sign his own name as proxy lawyer.

After all the transfer documents were signed, two hours had passed.

Sebastian Prescott had already ordered three refills of coffee.

The opposing proxy lawyer capped his pen and said, "Regarding the funds, we are still organizing. In three days, the full amount will be transferred to Miss Morgan’s account.

As for the transfer of the storefront properties, we’ll process the paperwork one by one after the Lantern Festival, how does that sound, Lawyer Prescott?"

Sebastian didn’t immediately agree, nor did he refuse.

Instead, he relayed the information to Sienna through WeChat, only agreeing after receiving her reply.

* 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The winter night’s snow fell continuously throughout the night.

The biting cold wind instantly enveloped the whole of Imperial City.

The temperature plummeted drastically.

As Sebastian said, he spent two days gradually transferring the funds from Caleb Sinclair’s property division to Sienna’s account.

She verified every transaction meticulously, down to the last cent.

On the day she returned to Eastwood, her father Leo Monroe and her uncle’s family were having lunch at The Monroe Estate.

Sienna knew they must have many questions, so she proactively disclosed everything about the underground business of Radiance Beauty Spa and Caleb Sinclair’s divorce.

Leaving out nothing.

However, once everyone heard it, the living room fell into silence.

After a long while, it was Aunt Michelle Lowe’s angry curses that shattered the silence.

Cursing at June Ewing and her son.

Despicable people masquerading as dignified.

Pia Hughes suddenly stood up and walked over to Sienna, raising her hand to tightly embrace her, "Sis, you did the right thing. With those kinds of scoundrels, you absolutely cannot go easy."

Sienna was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted her back, "Yes."

Once everyone had spoken enough, Leo Monroe relaxed his clenched fists.

He said to her, "Your brother won’t be able to return for the New Year. Once this snow stops, let’s visit your mother’s grave together."

Sienna was slightly dazed.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t visited the cemetery in quite some time.

Almost... over half a year?

Yet, in her memory, that gentle, beautiful face remains vivid, without any sign of fading.

For a moment, she smiled and nodded, "Alright."

The snow continued to fall for two days. On the 29th of December, she went to the cemetery with Leo Monroe.

They also bought white magnolias and sunflowers, which Leah Hughes loved in life.

Sienna spoke for a long time in front of the tombstone.

Upon leaving the cemetery, she realized her face was already streaked with tears.

Leo Monroe didn’t say anything, merely gazing at the fog that blanketed the mountains, which appeared somewhat desolate.

After a while, he finally said to Sienna Monroe, "Let’s go, Sienna, let’s go home."

Sienna smiled at him and nodded gently, "Okay."

Just as she took a step, her phone nestled inside her down jacket suddenly chimed with a "ding."

It was the sound of a text message notification.

She paused and took out her phone.

Realizing it was still from that mysterious unknown number.

[Take your father to the hospital for a check-up immediately! He is currently in the early stages of stomach cancer, symptoms are not obvious, and it can be cured with surgical treatment. In two years, when it becomes late-stage stomach cancer, you will lose him!]

Stomach cancer?!

Sienna’s pupils constricted.

A chisel seemed to appear in her heart, carving out a deep corner, causing numerous things to drain away in an instant.

Otherwise, it will be too late...

Will she lose him?

This is something that would happen in the future, and the text message is now helping her to prevent it in advance?

Her breathing became rapid, and the grip on her phone tightened, her fingertips slowly turning pale.

She looked up ahead; her father, who was walking down the steps, was clearly only in his fifties, yet his hair had already turned white, and even his back seemed slightly hunched, his pace somewhat slow.

The loss of her mother was also a blow to him, wasn’t it?

She steadied her trembling hand, calmed her mind, and took a deep breath.

She quickly walked over, "Dad."

"What’s wrong?" Leo Monroe turned back to look at her.

Sienna’s eyes showed a hint of tension, "How has your health been lately? Any discomfort?"

Leo hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I’m fine. You don’t need to worry..."

Sienna’s expression turned serious, "You’re alone in Meridia, and we only get to see each other during holidays each year, how can I not worry?

Dad, you and my brother are my closest family left. No matter what, I hope you both stay safe and healthy."

Leo looked at her with a slightly moved gaze and slowly said, "I know."

She seized the opportunity to say, "Let’s go to the hospital for a full-body check-up."

Though Leo didn’t understand why she brought this up, he didn’t refuse either.

Father and daughter headed straight to the hospital once back in the city.

Sienna went through the check-up motions just to accompany Leo.

In one afternoon, Leo underwent blood tests, gastroscopy, biopsy pathology, X-rays, and CT scans.

Finally, the doctor confirmed the presence of cancerous cells in the stomach.

However, the situation wasn’t too severe yet; it was still in the early stages.

The spread and expansion of cancerous cells is a matter of time—soonest in one to two years, latest in two to three years. In the early stages, it’s hard to detect as it resembles common stomach ailments.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time.

What needed to be done now was to have surgery as soon as possible.

After hearing this, Sienna was frozen on the spot, cold sweat pouring down her body.

Her breathing grew heavy once more.

She couldn’t bear to imagine her father, tormented by illness, becoming unrecognizable and eventually leaving her in two years.

How devastated would she be then?

This person who sent the messages...

Could they actually foresee what would happen years later?!

Who are they really?

Even now, she had no clue.

It was more chilling than the "foretelling dreams" Claire Grant spoke of.

But at least she now knew the text message... was sent with good intentions.

Still, cold sweat seeped out from her back.

All because of the issue with her father’s stomach cancer.

She called out listlessly, "Dad..."

Leo was also clearly taken aback.

He had been suffering from stomach issues for ten or twenty years, but the frequency increased after turning fifty.

But he never imagined it would turn into stomach cancer.

Seeing the worry and fear in his daughter’s expression, he quickly restrained his own emotions.

He hesitated a bit, then reached out and patted her back to comfort her.

Although his tone remained authoritative, it was also calm, "It’s okay. Don’t worry, didn’t the doctor say? We discovered it early, and it’s still in the initial stages, operable."

Sienna thought so too.

As long as it hadn’t happened yet, it could be remedied.

There was no need to worry and suppress her emotions over something that wouldn’t occur for years.

That wouldn’t help her in any way.

She advised herself in her heart, and the chill on her back slowly subsided, as reason gradually returned.

Filling out forms, applying for hospitalization, paying fees...

She was busy handling everything by herself.