The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 530 - 531: Thai Transvestite

At Olkgan Hospital, a black car was parked. The two people inside hadn’t gotten out of the car for a long time.

"Sienna, are we going to stay in the car until dawn?" Adrian Desmond taunted.

"I don’t know if my grandfather and the others have left?"

She looked towards a window on the third floor, where Pauline Briggs’s ward was located.

"If they don’t leave, will you not go?"

"Whether they leave or not, I have to go."

Having had an unpleasant experience at the hospital during the day, Sienna Johnson really didn’t want to confront them again, but she had no choice.

Her excuse for leaving earlier was to bring food to Pauline Briggs. If the food wasn’t delivered, the Briggs family would surely eat her alive.

"Is it difficult for you to face Madam Johnson?"

"Yes. I never thought she would commit suicide. ... Now that everything is better, Sabrina Johnson has been caught, my father’s death has been avenged, and the Eastminster Group is thriving... yet she wants to die! I don’t know what to say about Madam Johnson anymore."

"Sienna, I know you have a grudge. You remember both those who treated you well and those who treated you poorly.

You resent Madam Johnson. When you needed her the most, she didn’t protect you, and she didn’t give you the love you wanted. But what has happened has happened. Even if you resent her, it won’t change the facts.

No matter what, she is still your mother. Although she can be foolish at times, she is kind-hearted. She truly loves and cares for you now. Do you really wish for her to die?"

"..."

"Your father has passed away. If Madam Johnson leaves as well, you will truly be an orphan..."

"..."

"My parents died when I was very young. You don’t know how much I miss them now."

Sienna looked down at the lunchbox in her arms, which was for Madam Johnson, and whispered, "Would you believe it? I used to resent and even hate Madam Johnson. But now I really don’t resent or hate her anymore.

I just... just don’t know how to get along with her."

"How do you get along with your adoptive mother? Just treat Madam Johnson the same way."

Sienna gave a bitter smile. "My adoptive mother is just an old woman from the countryside. You know Madam Johnson... even eating crabs requires a whole set of tools.

Have you heard of ’the eight-piece cutlery for eating crabs’?"

From the look in Adrian’s eyes, Sienna knew that he hadn’t. She explained it to him,

"’...A waist-round hammer, a small square table, tweezers, a long-handled axe, a spoon, a long-handled fork, a scraper, and a needle—these constitute ’the eight-piece cutlery for eating crabs.’

’Once the crabs are steamed and served, you place one on the small square table. Using round-headed scissors, you snip off the two large claws and eight legs. Then, you gently tap around the crab shell with the waist-round hammer and use the long-handled axe to split open the back shell and belly flap. After that, using a pick, tweezers, fork, and hammer, you extract the golden, oily crab roe or the milky-white, sticky crab paste, and the tender, snow-white crab meat. Finally, you use a small spoon to scoop it into dipping sauce...’

’...’

"’On the first day I arrived at the Johnson family, I had Western food. There were all kinds of knives and forks beside me. On the second day, for dinner, Madam Johnson prepared this ’eight-piece cutlery for eating crabs’ for me...

’Adrian, do you know how I felt at that time?’

’...’

"’Madam Johnson and Sabrina Johnson were there, eating crabs with such elegance, while Sabrina just stared at me with that haughty look of hers... I didn’t even know what I was eating that night...’"

Adrian grabbed her hand and wrapped it in his palm, saying affectionately, "I deeply regret not meeting you sooner."

Sienna leaned her head on his shoulder and said with a sigh, "’No matter what, she is my mother. It wasn’t her fault that the children were swapped at birth.

’If Sabrina and I hadn’t been swapped, she would have loved me as much as she loved Sabrina.

’Blame it on fate...

’I stopped resenting and hating her a long time ago... I just don’t know how to get along with her.

’In my heart, Madam Johnson will always be that woman who elegantly ate crabs like a noble with ’the eight-piece cutlery for eating crabs,’ while I was the little girl who thought the cabbage my adoptive mother got from the market, eaten with a steamed bun, was incredibly sweet and fragrant.’"

Adrian’s heart ached listening to her. He wished he had a time machine to go back and create a sanctuary for that poor little girl, to keep her safe under his wing and protect her from any bully.

"Forget it, I’ll just take you home." Adrian had originally wanted to persuade Sienna but couldn’t bear to see her wronged in the end.

He started the car. Sienna was stunned for a moment. Adrian glanced in the rearview mirror, clearly intending to drive away.

"I haven’t brought Madam Johnson her meal yet."

"Don’t you want to avoid seeing the Briggs family? They must not have left yet. If you go in, you’ll definitely get an earful from them again. You’ll get an earful whether you go or not, so why bother going?"

Sienna laughed. "Weren’t you just persuading me to make up with Madam Johnson? How come you’re the one taking me away now?"

"I just can’t bear to see you suffer."

"Then why were you willing to let me suffer just now?"

"’I didn’t realize you had it so tough as a child.

’In our family, my sister is the most spoiled. Everyone treats her like a princess. You’re so beautiful; you must have been as pretty as Curly (his sister) when you were little. How could anyone not like you?

’I don’t understand, how could Madam Johnson not like you when you were little?’"

Adrian rarely talked about his family. Sienna only knew that his parents had passed away and that he had a sister.

"What was your mother like?"

"A very gentle woman... My mother played the piano beautifully. When we were little, she would teach my sister and me piano..."

Truth be told, Adrian’s memory of his mother was quite vague. His sister resembled their mother, so now, whenever he tried to picture his mother, all he could see was his sister’s face.

"So Sixth Master also played the piano?"

Adrian looked a bit embarrassed. "I learned a little, many, many years ago, but I’ve forgotten it all now..."

"I’m certified at professional level ten in piano. Do you want to be my student and have me teach you?" she laughed.

"Forget it. I’m not interested in music."

"Then what are you interested in?"

"I’m only interested in you!"

He looked at her, his captivating peach blossom eyes seeming to draw her in.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Looking at how beautiful you are."

"Who’s more beautiful, me or your mother?"

"Of course..." Adrian looked at Sienna’s slightly cold eyes and swallowed the rest of his words.

"So, who’s more handsome, me or your dad?"

"Of course, my dad was handsome!"

Adrian’s ego was bruised. He leaned in very close, their breaths mingling. "Not conceding, are we?" he murmured. "Look at me properly. Look into my eyes and tell me, who’s more handsome?"

Sienna pushed him away, opened the car door, and got out.

"Hey, Sienna, you haven’t answered me yet."

Sienna clutched the food container, amused by his persistence and childishness. She turned back, leaned against the car window, peered at the man inside, and said,

"Sixth Master is very beautiful! The first time I saw you on the boat back then, I actually thought you were a transvestite from Cagalanga!"

"Sienna Johnson!"