CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 157: VIVIAN NASH IS BACK

Mind control?

Wants to keep her by his side forever?

Sienna Monroe’s expression was stunned; all the color drained from her face, giving rise to a tinge of fear in her heart.

This man...

He was even more terrifying than she imagined.

For a long time, the light in her eyes flickered, evoking a sense of ridiculous desolation.

He professed love, saying this and that, but in the end?

His methods, compared to when she pretended to be pregnant and Vivian Nash spiked her drinks, seemed no different.

One wanted to control her mind and body, another wanted her dead.

If he could drug her like this today, what about tomorrow? The day after?

She stared at the steaming cup of milk on the table, as if trying to bore a hole through it.

After a long while, when the fear subsided, she let out a faint smile.

She picked up the cup of milk, walked towards the corner, and contemptuously poured it into the unremarkable potted plant.

When Caleb Sinclair came over after his shower and saw the empty cup on the table, his expression softened.

"Finished the milk?"

Sienna Monroe lifted her gaze to him.

This man, every time, he’d show her a new side.

How blind had she been back then?

All those memories now seemed like proof of her foolishness.

Indeed foolish.

But seeing through his malicious intent now was better than clinging to a dream where she held her daughter’s corpse and flung herself into a lake with an urn.

Isn’t it?

This current state was already considered good.

"Yes, I drank it."

She collected her thoughts, took a serene breath, and replied with a smile.

Caleb Sinclair, hearing this, felt slightly at ease.

He walked to her side, gently rubbed the back of her head, and asked softly, "Still busy? Is there something up at The National Arts Association?"

Sienna Monroe responded casually, "The Arts Association is collaborating with the education bureau. They want to organize an academic seminar before Capital University goes on winter break,

Other museums in Imperial City will participate, including the Musee Lansac from Elysia, and it’ll last about three days."

Caleb Sinclair said with concern, "Then you’ll be busy again."

"It’s not a big deal; I just have to lecture in front of many peers and students, and I’m a bit unsure."

Sienna Monroe shook her head with a wry smile, "I’ll have a meeting at the museum tomorrow morning to discuss it properly. Worrying now does no good."

"In that case, let’s go back to the room and get some good sleep. You’ll need the energy to handle these things tomorrow."

Sienna Monroe looked at him with deep meaning, slowly smiled, "I’ll reply to an email for the Arts Association first. If you’re tired, go rest without waiting for me."

"It’s okay, I’m not sleepy." Caleb Sinclair picked up the cup, "I’ll go wash this down first."

Sienna Monroe watched him handle the cup, the gentle smile in her eyes vanishing instantly, like a still lake without ripples.

The next morning, besides a sumptuous breakfast on the table, there was a warm cup of milk placed where she usually sat.

Sienna Monroe frowned.

For the first time in years, she felt a resistance and safeguard against the drinks he offered.

She deliberately frowned, "Milk again?"

Caleb Sinclair paused slightly, "Not milk? Then soy milk? I can get it for you now..."

"No need for that trouble, Auntie Miller, just a glass of juice will do."

Caleb Sinclair laughed, showing no signs of anomaly, "Honey, are you feeling okay? Any discomfort?"

Sienna Monroe’s body paused, slowly looking up at him, that faint light streaming again.

Her voice was gentle, "Why ask so suddenly?"

Caleb Sinclair subtly pressed his lips together, his tone soft and affectionate, tinged with evident concern and fondness.

"A month has passed, and your complexion hasn’t fully recovered. I’m a bit worried. Please, tell me if you feel unwell; don’t strain yourself, alright?"

Sienna Monroe didn’t know how much drug he put in the milk yesterday.

But it couldn’t have been much; otherwise, if it changed the milk’s taste, wouldn’t she notice easily?

Assumably yesterday was the first time, and the effect shouldn’t be significant.

She beamed a smile, "I know. Don’t worry, I’m not a three-year-old; if something’s wrong, I’ll definitely say."

"Really okay?" Caleb Sinclair asked again, seemingly worried.

"Yes, really okay."

"Well, that’s good." Caleb Sinclair placed a shrimp dumpling on her plate, "Eat while it’s hot."

Sienna Monroe didn’t rush to eat the shrimp dumpling; instead, she drank the thick black rice porridge first, peeled a boiled egg, and only took a symbolic bite of the shrimp dumpling’s edge before putting her chopsticks down.

"Had enough?" Caleb Sinclair asked upon seeing this.

"Yes." Sienna Monroe sipped a few times on the juice, "I can’t eat more."

Caleb Sinclair didn’t insist further; he quickly finished his breakfast before leaving the Moonlit Villa together with her.

Around eleven, she unexpectedly received a message from Joy Prescott.

The two had lunch near the museum, chatting happily, not mentioning Caleb Sinclair and The Prescott Family’s secrets at all.

Sienna Monroe even invited her to view the exhibit for half an hour.

By almost three o’clock, Joy Prescott left.

Back in the office, Sienna Monroe was preparing to nap a bit when her phone, not yet put down, dinged suddenly.

[Vivian Nash is returning to Imperial City tonight, staying at Rippling Crest Estates.]

This succinct message reflected in her calm eyes, momentarily freezing her fingers before resuming normally.

Back so soon?

Wasn’t she in Solara for pregnancy care?

Seems like the baby is fine.

Return is good too.

Now, she’s waiting for Vivian Nash to come back and create a divorce opportunity.

Only she could make her divorce appear less abrupt.

Vivian Nash and the baby in her womb are the perfect catalysts.

Moreover...

Caleb Sinclair has now gone as far as drugging her.

This den of dragons and tigers, she’s had enough of staying here.

Sienna Monroe curved a mocking smile, dialed the private investigator’s number from her contacts, "Vivian Nash is back tonight, Rippling Crest Estates,

Please keep an eye on her these days. I want all her movements and activities."

The private investigator on the other end paused, then said, "Don’t worry Miss Morgan, I’ll ensure the task is done, same price as before?"

"Alright."

"You can trust me."

The private investigator hung up the call with delight.

Sienna Monroe pursed her lips, put away the phone, and took a half-hour nap on the sofa.

Due to the Arts Association’s and the education bureau’s research seminar, time was tight with the event in three days. She worked overtime tonight.

Returning to the Moonlit Villa, it was already nine in the evening.

Since last year, after her mother passed, hot milk had become something she always drank before bed.

Out of the shower, Caleb Sinclair again brought up a cup of hot milk.

She paused, as if hearing her phone, placed beside the pillow, vibrate suddenly.

It should be a text message.

But she already guessed its content.

Caleb Sinclair added drugs to the milk again.

Last night, it was easy to pour out the milk undetected because Caleb wasn’t there.

Now right in front of him, what should she do?