CHAPTER 161: CHAPTER 161: NEVER LEARNS HIS LESSON

Caleb Sinclair emerged an hour later; he didn’t head straight home.

Instead, he went back to the office and worked an extra hour before returning to Moonlit Villa.

On the other hand, Vivian Nash stayed at The Crestview Hotel for the night.

It wasn’t until 10:30 the next morning that she appeared in the private detective’s lens.

That evening, whether out of guilt or something else, Caleb Sinclair brought up two cups of hot milk.

He said he would drink it with her.

Sienna Monroe narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing the two cups of milk, and raised her eyebrows, "Don’t you dislike drinking this milk?"

Caleb Sinclair looked helpless, "Hmm? Who’s to blame for that? Who was it that set conditions on drinking milk? No matter how much I dislike it, I have no choice but to drink with you."

What he said sounded anything but reluctant, and was particularly indulgent.

Sienna didn’t take the cup he handed over; instead, she grabbed the one he had prepared for himself, "I’m quite full tonight too, this cup seems a bit less, I’ll take this one."

Caleb was stunned.

He sighed inwardly; luckily, the drug wasn’t in this milk tonight.

Otherwise, he’d be in a predicament again.

So where should it go?

Although it was a white powder, the drug actually didn’t have any pungent smell.

He lowered his gaze and said naturally, "Okay."

Perhaps it was the guilt weighing on his mind; regardless of whether Sienna noticed, he took a sip of the milk first, proving that there was nothing in the milk.

Sienna, seeing this, took a sip casually and pulled a mocking smile.

Ever since he came back from "overtime," he hadn’t shown any abnormal behavior, remaining as gentle and considerate as ever, with a kind demeanor.

Who knows if Vivian Nash managed to sway Caleb Sinclair.

Unfortunately, in the following two days, nothing she anticipated happened.

While she was internally mocking Vivian Nash for being ineffective, the night before the Art Education Research Symposium at Capital University, that mysterious text message came.

"Caleb Sinclair falsely claimed to ’work overtime’ while going to The Crestview Hotel to meet Vivian Nash. He still couldn’t bear to have Vivian get rid of the child."

See?

She thought, it was impossible for Vivian’s methods to leave nothing unresolved.

No matter how clever her tactics, it’s a routine of playing the victim for sympathy.

But at the end of the day, Caleb Sinclair... just couldn’t change his ways.

He never learns.

How many times have he and Vivian Nash cut ties?

Has any of them truly succeeded?

June Ewing was right; he’s just spineless, devoured by women all his life, with no chance to stand up again.

What Caleb and Vivian discussed in that hotel room, Sienna naturally couldn’t know, nor could she ascertain their progress.

About three hours later, around ten o’clock,

The private detective sent her several sets of photos, including ones of Caleb and Vivian entering the hotel separately, along with a two-to-three-second dynamic video.

When they came out of the hotel, Caleb seemed to have just finished saying something, and Vivian immediately hugged his waist.

The angle was clever, as if they were whispering intimately.

The night was sultry, and even in this bleak and harsh winter, it left room for endless imagination.

Additionally, The Crestview Hotel’s signboard was captured in the shot.

Pretty good, this detective was quite meticulous.

Sienna flipped through these photos and videos two or three times before replying to the private detective.

"Could you do me another favor? Find a prominent blogger tomorrow, choose a few photos, and have him report this matter. Remember to make the headline eye-catching, mentioning The Sterling Family’s third young master in it.

And subtly mention my relationship with him, including Serena Art Museum. Don’t make it too obvious. Try to get it trending by four or five in the afternoon, and make sure no one traces it back to you."

Tomorrow morning, she had to go to Capital University, as the research symposium was from 9:30 AM to 4:00 PM.

There was a two-hour break at noon.

Perfect timing — she’d see the trending topics right after the symposium ended.

The so-called perfect timing for filing for divorce.

That’s it.

Only with a justifiable reason can she bring up divorce without it being abrupt, without arousing Isaac Sinclair’s suspicion.

She could also leverage this public opinion to pressure for a smooth divorce.

No matter how unwilling Caleb is, Isaac wouldn’t just stand by when it involves the Sterling Family’s reputation.

By reigniting Caleb’s feelings of guilt and placing the blame for the divorce on him, he would be less inclined to leak the informant issue at Radiance Beauty Spa.

After all, she’s just an ordinary person.

Trying to maximize benefits from this matter is only natural.

After all, her affection for Caleb Sinclair had long been scattered by the winds of late autumn.

And now, it’s deep winter.

After instructing the detective, she didn’t wait for Caleb Sinclair to return but turned off the lights and went to bed directly.

The next morning, Imperial City greeted another sunny day, though the accumulated snow from previous days hadn’t fully melted yet.

As Sienna was about to go downstairs, her phone beeped with a new message: "Danger! Don’t eat the scallion egg pancake. Caleb Sinclair mixed mind-altering drugs in the flour."

The hand reaching for the door paused.

Her eyes flickered slightly, but her heart kept sinking.

The milk didn’t work, so he switched to other food.

Caleb Sinclair is really something!

She sneered inwardly, glancing at her makeup reflection in a glass surface and suddenly feeling that today’s makeup lacked something.

So she walked to the dressing table, removed the makeup, and reapplied light makeup.

In this delay, half an hour had passed.

As she descended, Nora Joyce’s call came through, saying she had arrived at the villa’s entrance.

She said into the phone, "Okay, got it, I’m coming out now."

Just after hanging up, she saw Caleb Sinclair approaching, "Wife, why so late today? I was just about to come up and call you."

"Maybe it’s been too long since I did my makeup; my hands were a bit off, so the first attempt wasn’t good. I had to redo it."

Sienna’s eyes softened, her voice laced with laughter, "Nora is already here; it’ll take one or two hours to get there. I won’t have breakfast, it’s too late already."

Caleb frowned, his face full of concern, "You’ll be tired the whole day, and I can’t go with you. You must eat some breakfast; otherwise, your low blood sugar could be troublesome. I’ll pack some food for you to eat in the car."

While speaking, he returned to the kitchen, packed a few scallion egg pancakes, some pan-fried buns, and a thermos of sweet soy milk.

He gently reminded, "They’re still warm. Make sure to eat and don’t skimp; your health is more important than anything."

Sienna looked into his affectionate eyes, smiled lightly, took the items, and left the villa.

Nora Joyce’s red Volvo quickly drove out of the Moonlit Villa Estates, and after a few minutes,

She lightly tapped the thermal box with her fingers, speaking calmly, "Get in touch with the food testing center, and have them test the scallion egg pancakes in here."

Hearing this, Nora hesitated for a moment, as if realizing something, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.