Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 211: I’m Sorry

Vivian Nash’s expression was still somewhat dazed.

163,000 and 397,000 were quite different amounts, but it didn’t make her feel any better.

In the end, she still had to give Sienna Monroe a sum of money for nothing.

She suddenly felt a clawing at her heart, extremely uncomfortable.

But since it had already been decided, there was no use struggling anymore.

Even if she wanted to appeal, hiring a lawyer who could compete with Sebastian Prescott would definitely not be a small amount.

Doing so would be more trouble than it’s worth. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The verdict would take about three days to be delivered, and this matter had finally reached a conclusion, and Sienna Monroe let out a long sigh of relief.

She took out a slightly yellowed piece of paper from her bag and slowly pushed it in front of Vivian Nash.

In front of the judge and clerk, she looked at Vivian Nash with a calm expression and said.

"This is the IOU you gave me over four years ago to buy the Verdant Apartments.

All these years, I had almost forgotten about it, never intending for you to repay the money.

Now I have to thank you for reminding me, otherwise, the 300,000 I threw down the drain would be harder than giving it to a beggar to start a business."

A faint smile rose in her eyes, without any contempt or disgust.

But this gentle stab made Vivian Nash extremely uncomfortable, mixed with an unspeakable pain.

Her expression was awful, her lips losing their color.

She stared blankly at the IOU on the table. Memories sealed in time immediately flooded her mind like a slideshow, replaying violently.

The compensation just over 100,000 had already crushed her to her last breath.

And now, this 300,000...

This was undoubtedly like trying to gouge out her heart and lungs completely.

Tears soon sparkled in Vivian Nash’s eyes as she looked at the still beautiful, gentle, and noble person.

Suppressing the hatred and anger roiling in her heart, she couldn’t help but choke up and cry.

"Sienna, seeing me so pathetic, are you very happy? Very satisfied? I’ve even lost my child,

considering it the price for my actions. If this is retribution, I accept it.

I’ve promised to return everything Caleb Sinclair gave me. Can you let me go? Don’t push me to a dead end, please?"

Sienna Monroe looked at her "victim" stance and couldn’t help but laugh.

Luckily, everyone here knew she was a mistress; otherwise, she could never explain it.

"It seems your brain isn’t working too well, can’t even sort out basic logical relations."

Her expression was gentle, but her calm eyes were intensely cold.

Her voice held no extra emotion, only a factual and calm recitation of the truth.

"First of all, seeing you in distress does make me happy and satisfied.

Secondly, where do you get the face to mention the child? How did your child come about? Aren’t you aware?

Seducing your good friend’s husband makes you proud and self-satisfied, does it? We’ve known each other for so many years; when have I not been sincere with you?

And you? Stabbing me from behind, one knife after another, wishing to see me dead."

Sienna Monroe sneered at her self-pitying face, her words becoming even more ruthless.

"Instead of blaming fate, blaming retribution, why not reflect on your own problems? Vivian Nash, a person without basic conscience, what kind of heartless creature would they become?

As for what Caleb Sinclair gave you, it’s even more ridiculous; those things belonged to me in the first place. What right do you have to claim them?

To take without asking is theft. The things you stole were much more than these; I’m just taking back what’s mine, and you call it pushing you to a dead end?

When you seduced Caleb Sinclair, lived in a villa, drove luxury cars, and showed off to me, why didn’t you think of today’s outcome?

And that 300,000, you owe me, written in black and white. Don’t try to switch concepts here; who are you acting for?

Caleb Sinclair isn’t here; no one is your audience. You’ve made enough of a joke of yourself, save it."

She shook the piece of paper in her hand, "I hope you can deliver all my things to The Left Bank Courtyard within a week of the verdict. If overdue, I’ll have someone come personally.

Including that 300,000 IOU, I hope you’ll return it within five days, otherwise, I’ll sue you."

With that, she nodded slightly to the judge and clerk and then left the mediation room.

Sebastian Prescott followed with a briefcase, reassuring her, "It’s not worth getting angry over someone like Vivian Nash."

Sienna Monroe heard this and smiled gently.

Then shook her head and said, "I’m not angry, in fact, I’m relieved, really. Having acted with them for so long, now I can finally say what I want to say without holding back, it’s quite good."

She smirked sarcastically, "Vivian Nash and Caleb Sinclair are the same kind of people, equally laughable, always inexplicably confident in themselves, always putting themselves in a pitiful position. In the end, it only turns to hatred."

People like them are inherently selfish.

If you give them a little favor, they return their anger. No matter how much you give, they’ll never be content or grateful, only thinking it’s not enough and reaching out to take more.

"White-eyed wolf" is a perfect embodiment when applied to Vivian Nash.

Less than ten meters out, Vivian Nash, who had snapped out of her daze from the mocking words, was already chasing out of the mediation room.

She looked at the elegant figure in front, tears frozen in her eyes, bursting with hidden contempt.

The heart roasting with anger still couldn’t calm down.

And the unwillingness after being humiliated continued to torture her insides.

But thinking about how she would never enjoy such a superior life in the future,

and even have to pay over 400,000.

She felt entirely uncomfortable, with no solution at hand.

She could only plead with Sienna Monroe not to push her so hard, to give her a chance to breathe at least.

She... could bow her head without dignity!

She clenched her fist, quickly catching up, crying as she called, "Sienna..."

"Sienna, I didn’t mean it that way just now. I’ve long since realized my mistakes, it was my short-sightedness, my inability to see right from wrong,

it was my fault, I’m sorry to you, I was blinded by wealth and love, and I let you down.

These months have been hard for me too, every day full of torment and pain, especially during the miscarriage... I’m sorry, Sienna, I’ve always wanted to apologize,

not even expecting your forgiveness, even if it can’t undo the harm I did to you, but this ’I’m sorry’ is what I owe you."

She paused appropriately in the middle, making herself appear as pitiful and humble as possible.

And the further she spoke, the more her tears rolled furiously.

Each drop seemed to melt Sienna Monroe’s heart little by little.

But Sienna Monroe’s gaze on her still remained cold and disdainful, with no hint of compassion.

She didn’t care whether Vivian Nash’s words were sincere or just an act forced by circumstances.

"I’m sorry," these three words, sometimes could weigh more than a mountain, and sometimes lighter than a feather.

And in Sienna Monroe’s eyes, Vivian Nash’s "I’m sorry" was insignificant.

It wasn’t even worth saying another word to her.

Vivian Nash, the kind of person who had lost her way amidst the bustling Imperial City and Caleb Sinclair’s luxurious gifts.

Apologies and admissions of fault were just forms of flattery under favorable circumstances.

Without responding, Sienna turned her gaze away indifferently and walked away silently.