The tone was as indifferent as discussing cutting off a wilted vegetable leaf.
Mrs. Sinclair was very surprised, "Husband, if Florence can’t have children, the Hughes Family will despise her. If the engagent is broken in the future, how will she hold her head high in front of her friends?"
Sebastian Sinclair’s reaction was even colder, "There are plenty of won who can’t bear children. Whether she’s affected in the future depends entirely on what kind of life she chooses for herself."
Considering his wife’s current ability to cope, Sebastian Sinclair didn’t say anything harsher.
When his daughter lost the right to be a mother, no one felt sorry for her like this. Florence Sinclair brought this upon herself. Should she be put on a pedestal?
In the end, he made the decision and signed the consent form for the surgery.
When Juliana Jacobs and Elias Langley arrived at the hospital, Florence Sinclair was just being wheeled into the intensive care unit.
Mrs. Sinclair saw them and imdiately burst out, "Tell , was it you..."
"Madam," Sebastian Sinclair interrupted her, his voice carrying an unmistakable warning, "you’re out of line again!"
Mrs. Sinclair was taken aback by his rare sternness and promptly noticed the almost protective and partial look in her husband’s eyes when he gazed at Juliana.
The question she had deliberately suppressed resurfaced once more.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on Juliana’s face.
This face... it did bear so familiar features.
Over the past decade, they had seen many children with similar features, hopes rising and falling repeatedly, making her almost numb.
Moreover, Juliana had previously clearly denied she was their daughter.
But at this mont, her husband’s attitude deepened her suspicions once more.
Juliana ignored Mrs. Sinclair’s probing gaze and said to Sebastian Sinclair, "I’d like to see Florence’s phone."
Sebastian Sinclair handed over Florence’s phone without hesitation.
Juliana took the phone and went into the ICU.
Unlocking it with Florence’s fingerprint, her fingers swiftly slid across the screen, searching for clues amidst the jumble of ssages.
While focused, a shadow lood over her from the side.
Elias Langley leaned in, also trying to view the screen.
Juliana quickly turned the phone screen aside and raised a hand to press against his chest, "Don’t look. Wait for over there; you don’t know about today’s matter."
Given his identity and status, the act of secretly checking soone’s phone would surely give people leverage if it got out.
She was protecting him.
Elias Langley’s eyes flickered slightly, understanding her intention, and he obligingly stepped aside.
Mrs. Sinclair stood by, observing this scene, seeming to slightly understand why Elias Langley was so fond of her.
Not long after, Juliana found the highly suspicious account.
She called over Raine Kane, "Quickly check the IP and registration info of this number."
Raine Kane accepted the task, giving Elias Langley a knowing smile as he passed by and hurried off.
The investigation results were quickly reported back: the IP address was in Kingsford, but the registration information was stolen; beyond deducing that the user was a woman, there were no further clues.
However, this was enough for Juliana to be more certain in her heart that the person behind everything was the long-missing Stella Windsor.
She returned the phone to Sebastian Sinclair and said in a very light voice, "Mr. Sinclair, we’re leaving now."
Sebastian Sinclair nodded, "Go, you probably didn’t sleep well last night, rest well."
Watching by Mrs. Sinclair, her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say sothing, but Juliana had already turned straight away, linking arms with Elias Langley as they left.
From start to finish, she didn’t spare her a glance.
A feeling of emptiness welled up in Mrs. Sinclair’s heart.
At this mont, Sebastian Sinclair indifferently asked, "Madam, how do you plan to explain today’s events to Florence once she wakes up?"
Mrs. Sinclair was slightly taken aback.
She understood the profound aning in his words and said, "From the beginning to the end, whatever you intend to do, I’ve always stood by you unconditionally. Although I don’t understand your actions now, I trust you."
The relationship they shared from childhood sweethearts to now, the trust accumulated over decades, made everything else in the world seem as light as dust.
Sebastian Sinclair’s expression softened, and he held her hand.
"I’m very pleased you’re thinking this way. You see, if a plant’s roots have rotted, no matter how good the support, or no matter how much effort is put into nurturing it, it can’t bloom as expected, and it will drag down the entire garden. Curtailing the loss in ti is the best choice for everyone."
Mrs. Sinclair could understand the implication in his words, but is Florence really that irredeemable?
She was silent for a mont, ultimately just holding his hand more tightly, whispering, "I understand."
Florence Sinclair woke up again seven or eight hours later.
Sebastian Sinclair promptly inford the police, determined to bring the person who hard her to justice.
However, Florence, weak as she was, claid that she felt drowsy after lunch the previous day and rembered nothing that happened afterward, nor knew who assaulted her.
After speaking, she began to sob softly.
Seeing this, Mrs. Sinclair was heartbroken and comforted her gently.
The police followed procedures and tested her blood, the results showing everything normal, with no traces of hallucinogens found.
In response, Sebastian Sinclair continued to cooperate with the police investigation without interference.
Because he knew full well: during the last al at the villa, the bowl of poison mushroom soup Florence drank was Juliana’s doing. Following this, Elias Langley, wanting to avoid Florence’s continued entanglent, temporarily adjusted their booked hot spring therapy.
That afternoon, the dicinal spring they all soaked in reacted strongly with the toxin in her body, causing her to weaken increasingly over the course of twelve hours.
This bizarre mishap resulted in Florence tasting the consequences of her own actions.
Sebastian Sinclair couldn’t muster a hint of sympathy for her.
If she weren’t still useful, he would have dealt with her long ago.
Florence was transferred to a regular ward two to three days later.
Aside from Mrs. Sinclair continuing to visit daily for comfort, no one else ca to see her, not even soone from the Hughes Family.
Florence was well aware that her engagent with Auden Hughes was on the brink of collapse.
Even though she didn’t love Auden Hughes, that engagent was extrely important to her.
Being the "future daughter-in-law of the Hughes Family" was a prestigious badge that allowed her to stand firm in elite circles, gaining reverence and respect from others.
More importantly, this respectable engagent was her best cover, allowing her to discreetly mask her unsavory thoughts and tactics towards Elias Langley under the guise of the engagent.
But now, that most crucial facade seed unlikely to hold, which left her feeling a bit frustrated.
Simultaneously, Juliana buried that secret trauma deep in her heart, gradually returning to the norm of life and work.
Elias Langley, seeing her emotions had stabilized, finally put his mind at ease, allowing him to fully imrse himself in his vigorously progressing plans.
Due to Samuel Paxton’s thorough actions and flawless handling of the scene, the police investigation showed no progress for several days, and there was no sign of implicating him at all.
Furthermore, Elias Langley’s actions hadn’t escalated to Dylan Paxton’s attention, so, after observing several tis, he concluded that the matter had passed.
Therefore, upon receiving the "Closed-Door Summit for New Energy Entrepreneurs" invitation from the Helios Energy Council, he gladly accepted the invitation.
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