Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 166: Sienna and I Have Made Up

Julian blinked his starry eyes at Sienna: "Mommy, work with Daddy, let’s have a little sister."

Sienna, angered, slapped Silas: "Don’t talk nonsense in front of the child."

"Alright, I won’t say it anymore. Can’t I just focus on doing it?"

That sentence made Sienna’s cheeks burn even hotter. She didn’t want to deal with this man any longer and pulled Julian’s hand to get in the car.

On the other side.

Damien Prescott returned home. When his mother, Amanda Armstrong, saw his bedraggled state, her heart ached: "Damien, what happened to your head? Who was so evil to burn your hair like this?"

She reached out and touched Damien’s head, making him suck in a sharp breath from the pain.

The anger in his heart was ignited once again.

He gnashed his teeth and said: "It was Silas and his whole family who ganged up and beat me."

Amanda was a little surprised: "What whole family, doesn’t that little bastard not have a mother?"

"Sienna Paxton is back."

"What did you say? Didn’t Sienna die on the battlefield a long time ago?"

"It was Chloe Nash who died on the battlefield. Now, this Chloe is actually Sienna. She admitted it herself. Silas wants to get back together with Sienna, but I won’t let him have his way."

Upon hearing this, Amanda’s eyes flashed with a cold smile.

"If that’s really the case, then even the heavens are helping us. Silas cares so deeply for Sienna, which means we now have another weakness of his in our hands. Suddenly, I thought of a great way to break his spirit."

She leaned over and whispered a few words into Damien’s ear.

The anger that had filled Damien’s face instantly transformed into a wild grin.

He took out a cigarette, bit it, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Silas, the Prescott Family will be mine sooner or later. Just wait and see."

A few days later.

Mr. and Mrs. North returned to the country, and Sienna brought Silas and Julian along to pick them up at the airport.

Seeing the three of them standing together, Mrs. Nash was utterly overwhelmed.

She froze on the spot, gazing at the scene before her in utter disbelief.

She finally realized that everything Sienna had told her before was a lie.

Turned out she had already been found by Silas and brought back home by him.

Watching her reaction, Mr. North quickly took her hand and comforted her: "Don’t worry. Sienna’s already matured. The two of them still care for each other, it’s just that they were too young before and didn’t know how to love. Give them some time, maybe things will turn out better than expected."

Mrs. Nash’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at him: "You knew all along?"

"I was just guessing. That overseas trip had so many coincidences, and we kept winning prizes—didn’t you think it was odd?"

"You suspect all of that was Silas’s doing?"

"No one but him. He did it all for Sienna, trying so hard to please us. Obviously, he cares a lot about this relationship. Since that’s the case, why should we force them apart?"

"I’m just worried Sienna is being forced by him."

"Don’t worry. I trust Sienna has thought things through. Come on, let’s go. Julian is waving to us."

The two of them held hands as they left the airport lobby.

Julian immediately ran over on his little legs, threw his arms around their necks, and kissed them.

With eyes squinting in happiness, he said: "Grandpa, Grandma, Daddy, Mommy, and I have come to pick you up! Are you happy?"

Seeing Julian so happy, all the words Mrs. Nash wanted to say got stuck in her throat.

She forced a stiff smile and said: "Of course we’re happy, thank you, sweetheart."

Sienna also went over and embraced Mrs. Nash and Mr. North: "Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. I was afraid you’d worry, so I didn’t tell you the truth. I already came back with Silas a few days ago."

Mrs. Nash looked a little anxious: "He didn’t do anything to you, right? You and him..."

Before she could finish, she saw Silas walking over, his face full of warmth.

He nodded politely to them: "Uncle, Auntie, Sienna and I have reconciled. Chloe sacrificed herself to save Sienna—I will never forget that. I’ll treat you like my own parents. From now on, you don’t need to restrain your longing for Chloe. I’ve bought her a burial plot. Let’s pick a date to let her rest in peace."

Hearing this, Mrs. Nash looked at Sienna in disbelief.

"Is everything he said true?"

Sienna nodded: "Mom, you don’t need to worry. I know what I’m doing."

"That’s good. As long as you’re not wronged, otherwise, Chloe won’t be able to rest easy wherever she is."

Silas put his arm around Sienna’s shoulders, gazing at her tenderly: "Auntie, don’t worry. I’ll love her well from now on. We’re even talking about giving Julian a baby sister."

Sienna secretly pinched his waist, lowered her voice at his ear: "Silas, don’t push your luck. When did I ever promise you that?"

Silas looked at her dotingly: "They’re your parents, what’s there to be embarrassed about?"

Seeing the two of them bickering, Mr. North smiled and said: "I said all along, their fate isn’t over. If they can let go of past grudges and be together again, isn’t that wonderful? Julian can’t be without Sienna, after all."

"You’re right. Neither Julian nor I can be without Sienna. We’ll be a happy family together from now on."

Seeing him get more and more carried away, Sienna quickly pulled Mrs. Nash’s hand and headed outside: "Mom, let’s hurry home. I know you’ve been missing Chinese food, I’ve already prepared all the ingredients. I’ll cook for you and Dad when we get back."

Mrs. Nash had never dreamed the story would turn around so dramatically.

Sienna’s days of hiding and running were finally over.

She could finally be herself again.

A few days later.

Chloe Nash’s funeral was officially held.

Everyone dressed in black, carrying black umbrellas, laid white flowers on the gravestone.

After the ceremony, Sienna helped support Mrs. Nash as they walked away.

In the cold, silent cemetery, only Jett Sterling remained.

The umbrella in his hand had long since tipped over and the black shirt he wore was soaked through by the rain.

He stood quietly before the tombstone, no one knew how many cigarettes he had smoked.

Nor how many words he’d said to Chloe Nash.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

The person moved quickly, but Jett still saw them.

That silhouette looked so familiar.

He immediately chased after them: "Stop! Who are you?"