The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 473 - 474: Saving a Mistress

With three days left until the trial, Sienna Johnson had been sleeping poorly these past few days, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

In the courtroom, Sabrina Johnson would face two charges: one for the consummated murder of Dexter Johnson, and another for the assault and attempted murder of the pregnant Sissi. Sissi had her uterus removed and her body abandoned; the circumstances were particularly heinous and the social impact extremely negative. Sabrina Johnson was facing a heavy sentence.

As the plaintiff, if Sissi couldn’t appear in court in three days to testify against Sabrina Johnson, then the charge against Sabrina Johnson for assaulting the pregnant Sissi could not lead to a conviction.

An idea flashed through Sienna’s mind. She asked Adrian Desmond, "Adrian, they’re looking for Sissi at this time. Could they be trying to make her change her testimony and drop the charges against Sabrina Johnson in court?"

Adrian Desmond wasn’t sure. He told Sienna, "We’ll find out when we bring Sissi over and ask her."

"Okay."

Sienna Johnson waited anxiously in the car. Fortunately, Brett Jacobs didn’t make them wait too long before returning with Sissi.

Sissi was brought into the car. She looked disheveled and terrified, shivering uncontrollably. The moment she saw Sienna Johnson, she burst into tears.

"President Johnson, did you save me?" Sissi asked excitedly.

Sienna Johnson observed her. Sissi had grown terribly thin, losing her former beauty. She resembled a flower battered by wind and frost—withered and frail, with less of her sharp edge and more of a delicate vulnerability. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Her feet were bare and had several abrasions, and her knee was scraped and bleeding; it seemed she had fallen.

Sienna Johnson handed her a tissue and asked, "Who was chasing you? Do you know those people?"

Sissi shook her head, wiping the tears from her face with the tissue, still immersed in fear and looking pitiable.

"Don’t be afraid; it’s okay now. They’re gone, and you’re safe."

Yet, Sissi didn’t feel safe at all. Instead, she said with lingering fear, "No, they won’t give up easily. They’ll definitely come after me again. What am I supposed to do? Who can save me?"

Sissi was crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. Adrian Desmond, who hated seeing women cry, scolded her, "Shut up! If you keep crying, I’ll throw you out!"

Sissi stopped crying immediately. She timidly looked at Adrian Desmond, pleading, "Please don’t make me get out of the car; they’ll come back to catch me."

Adrian Desmond’s expression was cold, utterly devoid of sympathy. Sissi turned to Sienna Johnson, pleading, "Please, save me! I don’t want to die."

Sienna Johnson asked, "How do you know they want to kill you?"

Sissi lowered her head, not making a sound.

Observing Sissi’s demeanor, Sienna Johnson’s gaze sharpened. She said coldly, "If you don’t tell the truth, we can’t help you."

Sissi’s psychological defenses crumbled. She started crying again, saying, "I’ll tell you... I’ll tell you everything..."

"They came to find me to force me not to accuse that bitch Sabrina Johnson in court! I refused, so they started to beat me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t obey. I desperately ran away. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been killed by them by now."

"Do you know who they are?"

Sissi shook her head. "I don’t know!"

Sienna Johnson pondered for a moment. She determined that the two assailants had come for Sabrina Johnson, which provided a clue. The only people who would help Sabrina Johnson were Master Leland, Yvette Harris, and Ryan Langston, whom Sabrina Johnson had later become involved with. However, she couldn’t ascertain which of them these two individuals were working for.

"Please, save me; I can’t go back. They must still be waiting for me there. Going back would be like walking into a trap... You have a grudge against Sabrina Johnson too, right? She killed your father, so you must want to bring her to justice, right?"

Sienna Johnson turned to the man next to her and asked, "Can you help her find a safe place?"

Sienna Johnson was cautious; she wouldn’t bring Sissi, whom she barely knew, back to the Johnson family home. Only people she trusted, or those connected to Adrian Desmond, were allowed to live there.

"Yes."

Sissi was overjoyed. "Thank you, thank you."

Sienna Johnson looked at Sissi. Knowing some of her past, she offered some advice, "After Sabrina Johnson’s case is over, you should go back to your hometown and live a quiet life. This place may be nice, but it isn’t your hometown!"

Sissi covered her face, crying. "I can’t go back... I can’t go back! In my hometown, men marry women to bear children. My uterus has been removed; I can’t even have a baby girl. Who would want me?

"My parents know what happened to me; they won’t let me come home! They say I’m a disgrace! I don’t want to go back either. After what’s happened to me, I might as well die out here.

"If I didn’t want to see that bitch Sabrina Johnson go to jail, I might have already jumped off a building and killed myself."

For women like Sissi, who came from impoverished backgrounds to the big city, it was easy to be dazzled by the glitz and glamour. Having never experienced luxury, their materialistic hearts were easily captured by men offering small favors, who then enjoyed their youth at a minimal cost.

For these young women, the lucky few, like Yvette Harris, managed to displace the legitimate wife and marry into a wealthy family, securing a lifetime of riches and splendor. However, such an outcome was as rare as winning the lottery. Those with bad luck, like Sissi, not only failed to gain any wealth but lost their uterus—an undeniably tragic price to pay.

Sienna Johnson sighed. "Don’t talk about suicide so lightly. As the saying goes, ’A wretched life is better than a good death.’ As long as you’re alive, there’s always hope. The future might not be as bleak as you imagine."

But Sissi, lost in her sorrow, didn’t seem to take in a word, simply continuing to cry.

Adrian Desmond, annoyed by her, handed her off to a bodyguard to get into their car. He complained, "It’s the path she chose; she has to keep going even if she regrets it. Why are you wasting your breath on her?"

"She’s just a young woman who was dazzled by glamour and took a few wrong turns," Sienna Johnson said. "It’s not like she’s committed any heinous crimes..."

Adrian Desmond scoffed. "Don’t you hate mistresses the most? If a mistress stole your husband one day, I doubt you’d still feel any sympathy for her then."

Sienna Johnson, ever independent, replied, "If one day a mistress did steal my husband, I would actually thank her.

"Thank her for helping me see the true nature of the man I was with, ensuring I didn’t waste my best years on a scumbag. By leaving early, I’d still have the chance to meet a genuinely good man...

"The mistress might think she’s won, but a man’s infidelity is like a drug addiction; it’s impossible to quit.

"Unless she can remain eternally beautiful and youthful, like a thousand-year-old demon—never developing wrinkles from age or stretch marks from childbirth..."

Adrian Desmond laughed coldly. "Yeah, what do you have to fear? If I ever showed the slightest sign of cheating, you wouldn’t waste a single word on me. You’d dump me immediately, flee far away, and take my child with you to marry someone else!"