Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 221: Stalking

Sienna Monroe saw this and hurried forward to pat Claire Grant on the back, "Take it slow, don’t rush, catch your breath, deep breath."

Claire Grant, struggling to suppress her cough, pointed at the flowers on the ground, trying to reach out and pick them up.

Sienna Monroe held her hand, "Miss Grant, the flowers are fine, there’s no hurry. Take a few deep breaths first."

Claire Grant had no choice but to follow her instructions, taking several breaths before her coughing subsided slightly.

But as she lifted her eyes, the blush on her cheeks spread to her earlobes and neck.

Her water-vapor-drenched eyes were veiled in a thin mist, akin to morning frost on glass in this season, clear yet fragile.

Sienna Monroe took a few tissues from the table to wipe her tears, asking softly, "How are you feeling? Any better? Should I call the doctor over to have a look?"

Claire Grant shook her head, her lips trembling, voice still weak, "No... no need, thank you, I’ll be fine once I catch my breath."

Sienna Monroe picked up the pink and white cup and held it out to her, "Drink some water, soothe your throat."

Claire Grant sipped a few mouthfuls of water from her hand.

She managed a slight smile at her, without any hint of resentment, her voice still gentle and soft, "Thank you, Director Monroe, for embarrassing you."

Sienna Monroe placed the cup down casually, smiling lightly, "It’s nothing, it’s my fault for not explaining things clearly, which led Lawyer Prescott to misunderstand you."

Though Sebastian Prescott’s cold face had softened somewhat at this moment, there was still no excess expression.

Listening to Sienna Monroe’s last words, he couldn’t help but turn his head slightly to glance at her, his lips curving upward into a faint arc.

She did it on purpose.

When Claire Grant looked up, she happened to catch him gazing at Sienna Monroe with a smile.

Even those eyes, which were previously full of coldness and suspicion when looking at her, seemed now infused with the water of an autumn day when looking at someone else.

There was tenderness, there was longing, and even a pampering she seldom saw.

Her breath stalled, and the readings on the heart monitor fluctuated again.

And those words stuck in her throat could no longer be spoken, forcibly swallowed back down.

How much of what she just said did he believe?

As she lowered her head, Sebastian Prescott had already retrieved his gaze from Sienna Monroe.

He glanced at her pale, lifeless face, and the heart rate monitor beside her, before reaching out to press the call button above.

Claire Grant noticed a brief shadow hanging over her and looked up at him, bewildered.

Sebastian Prescott said nothing.

Fortunately, the doctor and nurse came quickly, and Sienna Monroe picked up the sunflowers on the floor and discreetly stepped aside.

The doctor gave Claire Grant a thorough examination and had the nurse administer an injection of verapamil.

Then he turned to the two of them and said, "Claire Grant’s current condition cannot withstand any shocks or anger. She needs to keep her mentality as calm and pleasant as possible."

After explaining some precautions, the doctor and nurse exited one after the other.

Sienna Monroe, seeing this, knew she shouldn’t stay much longer. After saying a few polite words for her to rest well and that she’d visit next time, she prepared to leave.

"Wait, I’ll go with you."

Sebastian Prescott called after her, then looked at Claire Grant and said in a calm voice, "You rest. Until the nanny and Ms. Lowell arrive, I’ll have a nurse stand by outside."

His words, at first glance, contained a sense of concern.

If his tone weren’t so cold and the emotion on his face weren’t so flat, that concern would actually be much more apparent.

It wouldn’t sound so harsh either.

After Sienna Monroe and Sebastian Prescott left the hospital room, Claire Grant looked blankly at the bouquet of sunflowers Sienna brought, and after a long time, smiled peacefully.

Outside the inpatient building, it was already half-past five. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The late spring sunset spread slantingly across the bustling city, with honey-colored light spots dancing atop the endless stream of cars. In the gentle spring breeze, there was still a hint of shallow warmth.

Sebastian Prescott gazed at her face bathed in the afterglow. Her gentle eyebrows and eyes seemed to have an indescribable warmth at this moment.

"A friend of mine went sea fishing the day before yesterday and brought back two wild East Star Groupers. I even asked a five-star chef for the recipe. Would you like to try it? It’s just fresh."

Sienna Monroe was taken aback, showing a look of surprise.

Wild East Star Grouper is something that sells for hundreds of dollars a pound in the market.

Meeting his eyes, as clear and dark as obsidian, she thought for a few seconds and then smiled appreciatively, "Sure."

Knowing she drove, Sebastian Prescott said nothing more, only reminding her to "drive safely, see you at home."

A little past six, the sky turned slightly dark, with streaks of brilliant sunset against the blue-gray sky.

Some were red, some purple, some orange.

The cherry blossoms outside The Left Bank Courtyard were also swirling and drifting with the cool evening breeze.

As Sebastian Prescott still had to buy some ingredients, he parked by the roadside near the supermarket, coincidentally, Sienna Monroe also needed to buy ingredients for making liquid food for Leo Monroe the next morning.

So they entered the supermarket’s entrance together.

Each pushing a shopping cart, they went in to select ingredients.

When Sienna Monroe was about to pay, Sebastian Prescott noticed that her shopping cart contained ingredients like millet, oats, carrots, and wax gourds, along with some fruits.

All were light and healthy foods.

He originally wanted to pay for everything together, but Sienna insisted that he shouldn’t, so he had to give up.

When she was about to pick up the bags, he reached out and took them, leaving the supermarket with her.

Once the two got back to their cars, just as they started the engines, Sienna’s phone in her bag suddenly chimed.

It was the text message alert sound.

Her hand on the steering wheel paused for a moment, and she quickly took her phone out of the bag to check the message.

[Be careful! Vivian Nash is following you!]

Following?!

Sienna’s pupils contracted slightly, and she instinctively turned her head to observe her surroundings.

There were more people around in the evening, and after scanning the area, she spotted a somewhat familiar figure in a group to her left.

However, the street light was dim, and that figure quickly disappeared into a building, vanishing from her sight in an instant.

She wasn’t entirely sure if that was Vivian Nash.

But...

Why would Vivian Nash be following her?

What was her motive?

Sebastian had reached the parking lot before her and waited five or six minutes before seeing her white Porsche arrive finally.

Noticing the slight seriousness on her face and her frowning eyebrows, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Sienna looked up at him and said with pursed lips, "I think I just saw Vivian Nash, but I’m not sure if it was her."

"Vivian Nash?"

Sebastian frowned, "Nearby Pinnacle Market?"

Sienna lightly nodded, "Yeah, I saw her while driving."

Sebastian’s frown deepened, and he took out his phone to make a call.

The call was answered quickly, and after some brief niceties, he got straight to the point.

"Could you please copy the surveillance footage near Pinnacle Market between 6:07 and 6:22 and send it to me?"

"It’s related to a case, I’m sorry I can’t explain further. Thank you."

After hanging up, he turned to look at the person beside him, "Don’t worry. Once we get the surveillance footage, we’ll see whether it was really Vivian Nash."

"Alright."

Sienna felt a little more at ease.

Once they were in the elevator, Sebastian asked again, "Has Vivian Nash repaid the three hundred thousand debt?"

Sienna nodded in response, "Yes, it was credited yesterday afternoon. But the part that Caleb Sinclair gifted her hasn’t yet."

"Has the court ruling been issued yet?"

"Not yet."

Sebastian pondered and said, "It was the weekend just before, so it should arrive in the next couple of days."

"Hmm." Sienna smiled lightly, "Sooner or later, the money, that luxury car, the jewelry, and designer bags have to be returned."

Anyway, she wasn’t in a rush.

Let’s see how long Vivian Nash can hold out.

After the deadline, she could apply for a court-enforced execution.

By then, Vivian Nash would be in a much worse situation.

Soon, the elevator reached the 11th floor. Sienna Monroe decided to go back first to put her things away and change out of the clothes that smelled of hospital disinfectant.

Sebastian didn’t insist and went up first.

Sienna first habitually watered the pots of Jane Dunn, and then returned to the master bedroom to change into comfortable casual clothing.

Just as she was about to head out, she noticed that Sebastian had sent her his passcode a few minutes ago.

A string of perfectly normal numbers.

But she stared at it for a while and then, with a slight raise of her eyebrow, went straight to the 15th floor via the elevator and entered the passcode.

The door chimed open, and the nearby sensor lights lit up one after another.

Having been here a couple of times, she was no longer as curious about the style of the place as before. Upon reaching the living room, a short-legged Little Cheese suddenly meowed.

It scampered over to sniff at her feet.

From the kitchen, where he was already busy, Sebastian looked at Sienna and asked, "You’re here. Are you afraid of cats?"