Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 135: Why Should I Remember a Tainted Man?

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Why Should I Remember a Tainted Man?

This is how it is to talk with smart people.

You only need to start, and she can easily weave the whole story together.

Sienna Monroe suddenly let out a cold laugh.

She concealed the calmness in her eyes, tinged with a hint of pain and disappointment, and retorted, "That phrase suits you better, doesn’t it? If I hadn’t noticed it beforehand, I might have ended up asking The Soul Judge to know how I was fooled by you,

June Ewing, where do you get the nerve to mock me? Wasn’t I treating you like my biological mother before, but what about you?

You plotted against me, used me, and even wanted to bleed the Hughes Family and The Monroe Family with Caleb Sinclair, and you were ready to push me out as a scapegoat at any time.

Now I’m just returning the harm you did to me, what right do you have to accuse me?"

June Ewing was stunned, she had never seen such a Sienna Monroe before.

The Sienna Monroe in her memory was gentle and tender.

Take her miscarriage some time ago, her nature should have been one to cry grievances in her arms.

She quivered her lips, incredulously asked, "So before... all the grievances, all the sadness, were just an act."

Sienna shook her head, half-truths in her words, voice very calm, "Not entirely."

June Ewing only felt as if the sudden truth had slapped her hard twice.

A blazing pain.

Yet she couldn’t tell exactly where the pain came from on her body.

Even her head felt a bit dizzy and woozy.

She, deeply affected, laughed out twice, "I really... got deceived by you, hahaha, Sienna Monroe, I couldn’t tell you had such skill."

Sienna coldly sneered, "Not as proficient as you are."

June Ewing, provoked by her words, her eyes turned red, breathing heavily with anger.

Frantically stood up, pointed at her, and cursed angrily, "You fool! Haven’t I always treated you like my own daughter? In the matter of Vivian Nash,

I was standing on your side, even helped you deal with Vivian Nash, you thankless wolf, you cheap hoof! As for the Radiance Beauty Spa,

as long as you keep quiet, it can’t be traced back! What is wrong with receiving millions in dividends every six months? Why do you have to ruin me, ruin the Radiance Beauty Spa?"

Suddenly she rushed forward, wanting to reach out and tear Sienna, but as soon as she exerted force, her hand hadn’t even touched the table in front of Sienna, the chain on her foot tripped her.

She fell to the ground, her face pale and twisted, viciously cursing, "Sienna, you will die a miserable death, you’ll die a miserable death!

I will tell Caleb your venomous true nature, make him know you were the one who sent his mom to jail, I will make him hate you, abandon you, make you lose him forever!"

As she was about to pounce over, although Sienna’s heart was startled for a moment, she sat motionless, not dodging or evading.

She found it laughable.

The words from June Ewing were so high-sounding.

Pretending to be for her good, to care about her, were nothing more than attempts to gain something from her.

At this time, still trying to use these words to deceive her.

Her so-called goodness, all cloaked in hypocrisy, was so insignificant.

The most amusing part was her attempt to use Caleb Sinclair’s love as a threat.

She couldn’t possibly think she genuinely can’t bear to part with Caleb Sinclair, could she?

Absurd!

If she still had the strength to curse her, it showed she wasn’t in a desperate enough situation yet, so she didn’t mind resorting to venomous means to push her into the abyss she engineered herself.

Sienna smiled gently, her tone light and detached as if it was none of her business, "Oh, haven’t you heard, Caleb Sinclair is in too."

June Ewing’s breath halted, eyes filled with shock, "What? What did you say? Caleb? Why would Caleb be in?"

"Because before you were arrested, Caleb Sinclair had already transferred my shares to his name."

Her indifferent words pierced her heart like an ice spike, "Besides... it seems like he’s ready to bear this responsibility with you."

June Ewing, in her entire life, apart from desiring wealth and honor for herself, was mostly scheming for Caleb Sinclair.

She knew well that only if her son secured his footing, she could have a place in The Sterling Family.

Her son was everything to her, her hope.

The news from Sienna was like thunder, fiercely striking her heart. She paused for a second, then eagerly shook her head in denial.

"No, no, that’s impossible! You’re lying to me, this has nothing to do with Caleb, the police would never arrest him!"

Sienna shrugged indifferently, crushing all her hopes, "Believe it or not, I just thought you’d be out of touch with the news in here,

so I kindly came in to tell you. Besides, don’t count on The Sterling Family, as long as Madam Sinclair is there, she will never let Isaac Sinclair rescue you."

Upon hearing this, June Ewing was stunned, and quickly realized, "You... you teamed up with that old whore Rhonda Garrison?"

Sienna chuckled, "Don’t you know how much Madam hates you? Do things like this really require cooperation? She can’t wait to pin you and Caleb Sinclair down!

You, better confess early, perhaps you can still save Caleb Sinclair."

June Ewing, eyes red, glared at her, wishing to consume her entire being, roared with all her might,

"Caleb loves you so much, treated you so well, why would you plot against him like this, harm him! Sienna Monroe, you bitch!"

Her screams and curses became a testament to her powerlessness.

It was only by shouting and cursing that would ease her heart.

Sienna wasn’t affected by her curses.

So it is.

For someone accustomed to being elegant and composed, the cruelest end is madness.

She was very satisfied, her voice soft yet her gaze calm and unperturbed, "A man who’s gone dirty, what is there worth lingering over? June Ewing, you overestimate your son."

After speaking, she rose slowly, tidied her coat, glanced indifferently at the person on the floor nearing insanity.

Uttered in a light tone, "Goodbye."

For the rest of her life, she never wanted to lay eyes on June Ewing again.

Disgusting.

June Ewing, trembling, struggled to find a hopeful breakthrough in the hopeless situation.

But seeing Sienna rise to leave, those sinister eyes showed a hint of panic, she struggled to crawl forward but was held back by the chain on her foot, unable to move an inch.

She could only shout hastily, her voice torn with pleading, "Sienna Monroe, Sienna, don’t go! You and Caleb have been together for so many years, he just made a mistake every man might make.

And it was that bitch Vivian Nash who seduced him, just forgive him this once, help him, if he really gets sentenced with me, his future is completely ruined."

Sienna’s footsteps halted, she chuckled.

Really opened her eyes, that kind of ridiculous excuse she could utter as a woman.

Of course.

She herself was a mistress, after all.

A beneficiary of the "men make mistakes" excuse.

She couldn’t possibly understand a wife’s pain.

She was possibly even mocking them as wives in her heart, for not being able to hold onto a man’s heart.

Trash that can’t control their lower half should all be thrown in the bin.

She clenched her fists, feeling speaking more to someone like this would be futile and waste her saliva.

Why bother?

With a cold face, she raised her hand and pressed the doorbell by the door, within seconds, the door opened from the outside.

The policewoman nodded slightly at her, scanned the raving June Ewing on the floor, saw her pleading and cursing alternately, and furrowed her brow.

Sienna forced a smile, "Thank you, appreciate your efforts."

She ignored June Ewing’s calls, didn’t look back even once, resolutely walked out of the police station.

"Sienna."

Suddenly, a deep, pleasant voice called out to her.

Sienna looked up, saw a man standing not far away, dressed in a suit, wearing a black-gray coat.

The sunlight poured down, enveloping him, coating him with a layer of gold, lessening the usual coldness.

She was momentarily dazed, as if a gentle breeze blew in, seeping through the clothes, tightly locking that moment of warmth in her heart, without losing a bit.