Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 220: Wits and Maneuvering

Claire Grant slowly raised her head from the water cup, just in time to see Sienna Monroe standing at the door.

She immediately showed surprise, "Director Monroe? You... cough cough... came, come in quickly.

Why did you buy so many things, is it heavy to carry? Quickly... cough... Sebastian, go and help Director Monroe."

Hearing this, Sebastian Prescott paused while holding the water cup, turned back, and accidentally met Sienna Monroe’s gaze.

His heart stirred, and he noticed the fruit basket she was carrying, frowned slightly, quickly put down the water cup, walked over, took it from her, and held her hand to check.

"Your hand is all red from the pressure, does it hurt?"

His clear, deep voice carried a hint of concern.

For some reason, whether it was the impact of that warm scene just now or Vivian’s familiar tone instructing Sebastian, a trace of discomfort inexplicably arose in Sienna Monroe’s heart.

It was as if Claire was inexplicably declaring her sovereignty to her.

Along with the change in Sebastian’s tone, she did not pay much attention to it.

Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, she gently shook her head and naturally withdrew her hand, "It’s fine. Not too bad."

After speaking, she looked at Claire Grant on the hospital bed.

She had seen Claire Grant’s unadorned appearance before.

Always felt she was a bit too pale, making her beautiful face somewhat blank.

But at this moment, she realized her complexion was even paler than before, and her eyes had a red tint.

Like she had been crying.

Combined with the scene just now of Sebastian feeding her water, it seemed more like he had upset her and was trying to cheer her up.

She showed no abnormality on her face, and as the fruit basket was in Sebastian’s hand, she was too lazy to take it back, instead holding the bouquet and walking to the bedside.

She naturally smiled, "Sorry, Miss Grant, visiting you today is my and the gallery’s gesture, wishing you a speedy recovery."

"Sunflowers, my favorite flower."

Claire Grant smiled as she received the bouquet, her hands lacking strength, causing the base of the bouquet to fall onto the blanket.

She spoke sincerely, her eyes were grateful, with a hint of guilt, "Thank you, Director Monroe, I’m already very happy that you came to see me.

I should also apologize to you, last time, thanks to you calling the ambulance and bringing me to the hospital, but my sister spoke harshly to you, I’m truly sorry for letting you suffer unjustly."

After speaking, to express her apology, she attempted to stand up and bow to her.

Unfortunately, her body couldn’t support it, and she awkwardly fell back down.

Sienna Monroe quickly reached out to support her; when it came to formalities, she was already able to say them easily.

"Miss Grant is too serious, I believe Second Miss Grant was just worried about you, so she spoke carelessly.

Those were not Second Miss Grant’s true thoughts, I didn’t take them to heart, Miss Grant needn’t worry."

Claire Grant sighed helplessly, "My sister has always been protective of me, just quick-tempered. Director Monroe, it’s your kindness not to take this to heart.

But I can’t remain indifferent after knowing that, or I would be ungrateful, and if outsiders knew, they would say the Grant Family is really irresponsible."

Outsiders?

Is she deliberately reminding her?

Afraid she would spread the word and let others gossip about The Grant Family?

However, The Grant Family is indeed in the wrong here.

If it gets out, it would affect the family’s reputation.

Sienna Monroe smiled, graciously accepting, "Then I’ll accept Miss Grant’s thanks and apologies today."

"Since I’m not in good shape right now, I’ll definitely personally make up for the gratitude and apology gifts later."

Claire Grant nodded slightly to her and then shook her head self-mockingly, her tone full of helplessness and bitterness.

"Speaking of which, it’s my incompetence; if not for my failing health, how could this happen?

Clearly, that day I intended to apologize for misunderstanding the relationship between you and Sebastian, but... it ended up like this, and even had you pay for that meal, I’m really sorry."

Misunderstanding their relationship?

Sebastian Prescott’s eyebrows twitched slightly, his gaze fell on Sienna Monroe’s side profile.

Claire Grant’s words actually sounded quite natural, not giving any clues.

Perhaps Sienna Monroe always looked at Claire Grant with a tinted lens, feeling that her words seemed intentional.

Even caught a scent of inducement.

But since she brought up the apology matter from that day, naturally, there wasn’t a reason for Sebastian Prescott to hear only half the story.

It’s important to explain everything clearly.

"It’s just a meal, no need for Miss Grant to make it sound so serious."

Sienna Monroe imitated her carefree manner, smiling, "Besides, you meant well, you specially came on behalf of Mrs. Troy to apologize to me,

I understand in my heart, you don’t need to be so polite in the future.

What you need to do now is to recover well, gratitude or apology gifts don’t matter as much as your health.

The art exhibition we’re about to collaborate on is still waiting for you; isn’t this your first exhibition, and you’ve always been looking forward to it?"

When Sebastian Prescott heard the first half of her words, it felt off, causing him to furrow his brows.

He didn’t pay much attention to the latter part of the conversation, his sharp, cold gaze directly swept towards Claire Grant.

When Sienna Monroe finished speaking, he asked in a cold tone, "You went and apologized to her on behalf of my mother?"

Given the current relationship between him and Claire Grant, did she need to go to such lengths?

She didn’t have such qualifications.

Was it just to flaunt their close relationship with Sienna Monroe?

Or was she trying to make Sienna Monroe misunderstand their relationship?

Or was it both?

Claire Grant was stunned.

Meeting Sebastian’s dark gaze mixed with blatant suspicion, along with his cold tone, made her already pale complexion appear even paler.

She shook her head, her lips slightly trembling, with a hint of tension in her eyes.

"No... Sebastian, you’ve... misunderstood. I happened to visit Mrs. Troy that time, noticed she wasn’t feeling well, asked the reason, and found out about her conflict with Director Monroe.

I persuaded kindly for a long time, but Mrs. Troy’s anger wouldn’t subside, even said many unpleasant things. At the time, I thought you were with Director Monroe, afraid it would affect your relationship,

so I hurried to explain things between you and Director Monroe, I... cough cough... didn’t... cough cough cough..."

Perhaps noticing Sebastian’s increasingly stern expression, what was initially slightly nervous and calm, her breathing became quicker towards the end.

Eventually, her face flushed red, coughing fiercely, and her tear glands uncontrollably let the tears fall onto the white blanket.

Warm water stains rippled out like a wave.

The bouquet of sunflowers in her arms rolled to the floor.