CHAPTER 166: CHAPTER 166: EVEN BEAUTY CAN BE DISAPPOINTED

The car drove all the way to The Left Bank Courtyard, and four moving workers helped her move the items up one by one.

Trip after trip, it was quite eye-catching in this quiet night.

Sienna Monroe carried the wedding photo upstairs. Without a toolbox at home, she went to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors and cut the wedding photo into pieces.

Then she slowly snipped it into shreds.

When she came out again, the entrance was already piled high with things.

One of the workers said, "Miss Morgan, everything’s been moved up. Please check."

"Thank you all for your hard work."

Sienna didn’t check, and after paying the bill, gave each of them a five hundred yuan tip.

She then pointed to a box containing a frame and lots of scraps, "Could you please help me take this down and throw it away?"

Aside from the frame being intact, the photo was no longer recognizable.

"No trouble at all, leave it to us." With the extra five hundred yuan tip, the movers were more than willing and agreed with a smile.

"Thank you."

Sienna smiled and watched them head down, realizing she hadn’t had dinner yet.

Not wanting to deal with the kitchen, she picked up her phone to order some takeout.

Just after completing the payment, a WeChat message flashed at the top of her phone: [Have you returned to The Left Bank Courtyard?]

It was Sebastian Prescott.

Sienna was taken aback.

Hesitating, she typed: [You found out?]

She waited two minutes, but there was no reply from him. Instead, the elevator doors opened.

What met her eyes was a tall and upright figure, as slender as pine and bamboo.

The two of them looked at each other across twenty or thirty boxes, both stunned.

Sienna was surprised he suddenly appeared on this floor, while Sebastian was taken aback by the sight of the boxes.

"How did you..." come here.

Sienna was the first to ask.

"I heard from the butler downstairs that you were moving out on this floor, so I asked him to help swipe me up." Sebastian explained.

That explains it.

Sienna nodded and asked, "Did you just finish working overtime?"

"Yes, I had some things to deal with during the day." Sebastian’s deep eyes shifted, glancing over the boxes, "Have you straightened things out with Caleb Sinclair?"

"Not exactly. If I could clearly sort things out with him, I wouldn’t have to go through so much trouble."

Sienna smiled bitterly, yet her eyebrows and eyes showed little emotion, "I’ve already brought up the divorce with him, the subsequent process will have to trouble you."

Sebastian pursed his lips and said, "You don’t have to worry about the divorce. I’ve prepared all the materials for you. Tomorrow, I’ll contact Caleb Sinclair as your proxy lawyer."

"Alright, thank you."

Hearing this, Sienna was slightly stunned, then gave him a gentle smile.

At this point, the online trending search about Caleb Sinclair’s infidelity had already been suppressed by The Sterling Family.

Sienna glanced at the trending searches.

Instead, she saw a "Serena Art Museum" entry, not very popular.

Clicking in, it was a report on the museum’s co-opening ceremony some time ago, but among fewer than a thousand comments, people were discussing Caleb Sinclair’s infidelity.

Mostly comparing how Caleb defended her that day, speaking up righteously to explain and protect her, most people found it quite lamentable.

Once thought it was love they encountered, turned out it was a ghost.

The netizens were united in their sympathy for her.

Sienna’s gaze lingered long on a comment—see, even beautiful people can be let down, to a man, what’s unattainable is best.

She thought there was some truth in this.

Being let down has nothing to do with looks.

Only character matters.

When it comes to feelings, in the end, it all depends on conscience.

The night was deep, she put down her chopsticks, suddenly feeling she had no appetite.

Got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking out through the double pane glass, all the bright lights were like stars spilling over black velvet, the glass curtain walls of distant tall buildings cutting neon into geometric light blocks.

Her relationship with Caleb Sinclair, now soaked in blemishes, was like crisscrossing footprints on the beach at low tide.

As the sea comes and goes, it fades away, and all those intense and flamboyant dialogues would ultimately become blurred scratches in memory.

Sienna did not wallow in nostalgia, rather she was calm.

Let it end this way.

That night, she slept exceptionally deeply, falling into a chaotic dream.

She dreamt of Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash’s child being born, a son.

She also dreamt of Caleb throwing a full-month banquet for their child, while she, disheveled, waited outside the hospital emergency room, alone, awaiting the grim news of her daughter’s fate being snatched away by death.

But before she could grieve in the dream, the scene shifted to a courtroom.

Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash sat at the defendant’s bench, the outline of the plaintiff’s side was too blurry for her to see, yet the posture was tall and upright.

Finally, it was the judge’s ruling, Caleb was found guilty of bigamy and sentenced to three years and eight months in prison, while Vivian was convicted of intentional homicide, sentenced to death, with a one-year reprieve.

Vivian Nash broke down and appealed, but was dismissed by the judge on the spot.

The scene turned to darkness.

When Sienna opened her eyes, she seemed to still faintly see a familiar figure in the observer seats of the dream.

Equally fuzzy.

But that silhouette, clad in a cheongsam, naturally exuding a gentle and serene scholarly aura, couldn’t be obscured by any haziness.

Even upon waking, she recognized it.

It was Ivy.

By this time, dawn hadn’t fully broken, the room held tight by heavy curtains, so dark it was impossible to see one’s hand.

Sienna sat there dazed, her eyes somewhat vacant, as if she could still see Ivy’s figure amidst the darkness.

She actually dreamt of her.

Why was she at that court scene?

Was the figure standing by the plaintiff’s side... Sebastian?

Her scrambled thoughts grew more overwhelming, leaving her unable to sort them out, her brows furrowing ever tighter.

After a while, she forced herself out of this whirlpool of thoughts.

Turning on the room light, she got out of bed to wash up.

Walking to the living room, from afar she saw dozens of boxes piled up by the door, she paused her gaze for a few seconds, not feeling hungry, so she decided to start organizing, to kill time.

Organizing was not difficult.

Just needed to distinguish which to keep, which to discard, and which could be sold second-hand.

Approaching eight, the day had fully brightened.

Golden morning light poured in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the low table where a pot of just-watered still-unbloomed azaleas stood. Silas danced in the light beam, like sparks lit aflame.

Sienna had already sorted four or five boxes, but the entrance looked even more cluttered.

Shortly after, the phone placed on the ground nearby suddenly rang with a notification sound.

It was a message from Sebastian Prescott: [Awake yet?]