In the underground parking lot of the hospital, inside the driver’s seat of a silver-gray Bentley, Sebastian Prescott watched the surveillance footage from the pinhole cara software with a cold, stern face.
The emotions in his eyes were unclear.
Although Sienna Monroe’s words earlier were not overtly provocative, each sentence struck at Vivian Nash’s vulnerabilities.
She precisely knew what Vivian Nash cared about most and was aware of her weak points while being stuck in a desperate situation.
Especially the final words of provocation, tid perfectly.
The human heart is sothing hard to predict, yet from certain angles, it can be easily manipulated.
One must admit that Sienna Monroe is very clever.
Well-balanced in decision-making.
Since discovering Caleb Sinclair’s affair, she had been systematically collecting evidence, calm and composed.
A woman who has always known what she wants.
If it weren’t for knowing the inside story, even he might be fooled by her acting.
Suddenly, a heavy crashing sound echoed in the video, and the cara shook violently, the noise becoming chaotic, with Sienna Monroe’s faint moaning of pain heard inside.
He swiftly gathered his thoughts, furrowing his brows, and a trace of worry flashed in his cold eyes.
After exiting the software, he found a number from his contacts and dialed it. The call was quickly answered, and he spoke solemnly, "The person has been sent to the obstetrics departnt, don’t give anything away."
Upon hearing "Got it" from the other end, he hung up the phone, rubbed his brows, but didn’t hurry to leave.
He stayed in the parking lot until around two or three in the afternoon, receiving a call back. Knowing that Sienna Monroe’s "miscarriage" plan was carried out smoothly, he let out a small sigh of relief.
Yet his furrowed brows remained tense, as he clutched his phone deep in thought for a while.
After so ti, he returned to reality, turned the car key, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from the hospital’s underground parking lot.
Sienna Monroe woke up to find it was already past seven in the evening.
Outside, it was completely dark, but the hospital room was as bright as daylight.
Caleb Sinclair had been by her bedside, not leaving since Sienna Monroe was moved to the hospital room in the afternoon.
Seeing her open her eyes and awaken, he imdiately leaned over nervously and excitedly, "Honey, you’re awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Hungry? Do you want to drink so water?"
Sienna Monroe had been deeply asleep all afternoon, the effects of the anesthesia still lingering, and her head felt heavy.
Looking at the unfamiliar environnt in front of her, she was briefly dazed before reacting.
In her eyes reflected Caleb Sinclair’s worried face, she imdiately touched her abdon and urgently asked, "What about the child? Is my child okay? What did the doctor say?"
Caleb Sinclair lowered his eyes in pain, holding her hand, trying to comfort her, "Honey, don’t be afraid, we can have another child in the future..."
His words made everything clear to Sienna Monroe.
It seems the plan succeeded.
After receiving anesthesia and leaving the delivery room in the afternoon, what happened next she truly had no idea.
The light in her eyes instantly faded, tears flowed, and she trembled as she murmured, "Gone...gone...my child is just gone?"
"Honey, you..."
Sienna Monroe resisted and pushed him away, "Don’t touch !"
Seemingly rembering sothing, she glared at him hatefully, asking word by word, "Tell , is the child in Vivian Nash’s belly yours?"
Caleb Sinclair froze, his expression turning embarrassed.
A tide of guilt surged towards him, engulfing his heart and lungs, and it felt like a blunt knife was lodged in his throat, causing imnse pain with every swallow.
While the tears and pain, along with the disappointnt in Sienna Monroe’s eyes, acted like a hamr relentlessly pounding on his soul.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, to gloss over it as before.
Even without knowing exactly what was said between her and Vivian Nash on the rooftop, seeing them have such a heated dispute, and her questioning now, made it clear she already had an answer.
Just wanting confirmation from him.
Further struggles and explanations were useless now.
She wouldn’t believe him, might even resent him for lying.
He tightened his jawline, slowly kneeling, his voice heavy, as if bearing a weighty shackle, "I’m sorry, Honey, I know I was wrong, I..."
Sienna Monroe looked at his face of sha and regret.
This mont, in fact, she’d rehearsed it many tis in her mind.
Reflecting on the seven years since they t, she still didn’t fully understand him, even after so long, not seeing through his false facade.
The tears streaming from her eyes, it’s hard to tell if they were acted or lanting her poor judgnt.
Yet old familiar exhaustion surged.
It’s the last act.
She must persist despite the weary heart.
She couldn’t let her previous efforts be in vain.
"Is it really yours? Is the child in her belly really yours?"
She incredulously repeated her question, with tears falling more fiercely, weakly bracing herself to sit up. Seeing this, Caleb Sinclair hurriedly reached out to support her.
However, before touching her, he was once again pushed away by Sienna Monroe, who followed up with a slap that knocked his glasses askew.
"Don’t touch !"
With a "pah" sound, the noise was particularly crisp and loud in the vast suite hospital room.
But perhaps due to the residual effects of the anesthesia, the force of the slap wasn’t especially great, yet not exactly light either.
The glasses slid far away, lenses shattered.
Caleb Sinclair turned his face, eyes reddening, regretfully kneeling again, "Honey, I was wrong, you can hit , scold ,
It was truly an accident, don’t be mad, your health is important, the doctor said you shouldn’t get angry now!"
Sienna Monroe shook with rage, collapsing as she questioned, "You tell it was an accident? How many accidents does it take for Vivian Nash to carry your child?
Caleb Sinclair, do you have any humanity left? Have you forgotten how you promised ? Love , I’m the most important, grow old with , were they all lies? What do I an to you?"
Caleb Sinclair’s expression froze.
Images of his past promises and sincere love for her flashed in his mind, along with the child they had eagerly awaited.
At that mont, his rationality and internal organs were once again subrged in overwhelming guilt.
Making it hard for him to breathe.
Two clear tears flowed from his eyes as he softly pleaded for forgiveness, "I broke my promise, I’m sorry to you, and to our child..."
"What’s going on here?!"
Before Caleb Sinclair could finish, a displeased soft voice ca from the doorway.
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