CHAPTER 171: CHAPTER 171: THE RUSE OF SELF-SACRIFICE

Sienna Monroe lowered her eyelids, her emotions well concealed.

Isaac Sinclair invited her to stay at The Sterling Estate for dinner again, but Sienna declined gracefully.

As she left the side building, Caleb Sinclair was still kneeling on the ground. As she passed by him, she heard him softly call her name.

But Sienna ignored him, her steps unwavering as she lifted her legs and left the Sterling Estate.

After the car had driven a certain distance, she took advantage of the red light to dial a number.

The call was quickly picked up. She spoke lightly, "Let the news about Vivian Nash’s pregnancy leak out too."

The private investigator agreed, "Alright, I got it."

Sienna knew he was discreet, so she only asked, "Is Vivian Nash still at Rippling Crest Estates?"

"Yes, she hasn’t stepped out yesterday or today. Do you still need me to keep an eye on her?"

"Keep watching, but not as closely as the past few days."

After hanging up, Sienna didn’t go to the art gallery but went straight back to The Left Bank Courtyard, buying some daily necessities at the nearby supermarket.

When she went upstairs, she received a call from Nora Joyce, who shared some details about today’s seminar.

At home, she looked at a few emails sent by Nora on her computer.

After handling them, she sat in front of the pile of boxes and began to slowly tidy up again.

The side building of The Sterling Estate.

After Sienna left, the vast hall fell silent.

The compassion and sorrow in Isaac Sinclair’s eyes and on his face flickered briefly, returning to his usual stern, serious, and calculative demeanor.

He took a sip from his cup of tea before saying to the kneeling Caleb Sinclair, "Get up. Take care of the wound on your forehead, and don’t worry about anything else."

Caleb was taken aback, looking at Isaac, he murmured, "Dad..."

"Stop kneeling."

Isaac spoke again, his tone calm, with no trace of prior anger.

Hearing this, Caleb slowly got to his feet, supporting himself with his arms.

After kneeling for a long time, his legs were numb, and his knees ached slightly.

"I’ve stalled the divorce for you, but Sienna is resolute and not a fool. You should know what to do in the meantime."

Isaac glanced at him, his gaze carrying a hint of reluctance.

Sighing softly, he spoke slowly, "I might have been a bit heavy-handed just now, but Sienna is angry. Without some severity, how will her anger dissipate without seeing blood?

As for the child in Vivian Nash’s belly, I’m giving you one chance,

no matter what, she cannot be allowed to give birth to it.

I’ve said what needs to be said, and done what needs to be done. If you don’t shape up, there’s nothing more I can do."

Caleb’s throat tightened, standing by, looking at the gray in his father’s hair, he felt a dull ache in his heart.

With reddened eyes, he suddenly bowed his head deeply to Isaac, his lips quivering as he choked out, "Dad, I’m sorry, I’ve let you down all these years."

Isaac looked at him, a gleam flashed across his murky eyes.

He truly loved this son, pinning high hopes on him.

He sighed silently, stood up, and patted Caleb’s shoulder, "As for Sienna, you need to think carefully,

you can’t let the marriage end, how you win her back and keep her by your side is up to you."

Caleb nodded solemnly, "Yes, I understand."

Isaac regarded the wound on his forehead, "Go disinfect it first. No need to apply medicine; this wound wasn’t endured for nothing."

Caleb paused, meeting his father’s murky and aged gaze.

He immediately understood his intention.

The ruse of self-injury.