CHAPTER 172: CHAPTER 172: SHE REFUSES TO GRANT HIS WISH

Around 5:30 in the evening, a hashtag "Caleb Sinclair’s mistress pregnant" once again hit the trending topics.

There were several photos posted online of Caleb Sinclair and Vivian Nash at the aquarium, along with Vivian Nash’s diagnostic report for pregnancy maintenance from Solara General Hospital.

Within half an hour, the number of shares and comments had already surpassed a thousand.

Not long after, someone dug up that Vivian Nash is Sienna Monroe’s close friend, who she has known since college.

During dinner, Sienna Monroe glanced at it with her usual calm demeanor, her eyes devoid of any fluctuation.

It seemed like she was looking at gossip and scandals unrelated to her.

Isaac Sinclair wanted to delay until after the New Year, but she was just not going to grant him that wish.

That night, Sienna Monroe slept very well, with no person or matter intruding upon her rare, peaceful slumber.

The next morning, she woke up early.

The morning light outside was faintly glowing, and the clouds swirling among the towering buildings drifted with the wind, lingering for a long time.

Sienna Monroe rarely had the leisure to use the ingredients she bought when she returned yesterday afternoon to make herself breakfast.

After eating, she took a watering can to water the two pots of inseparable azaleas.

By this time, the scandal about Vivian Nash’s pregnancy had already been forcibly removed from the trending topics by The Sterling Family.

She could imagine what kind of brilliant expression Isaac Sinclair would have on his face upon seeing this report.

Ding!

Suddenly, the phone placed on the coffee table in the living room rang out with a message alert tone.

It was still from that mysterious stranger’s number.

[Be careful! Caleb Sinclair will come to The Left Bank Courtyard, pretending to deliver something, to drug you.]

Sienna Monroe paused for a moment, her gaze gradually turning cold.

After a while, her lips pulled into a faint, seemingly mocking smile.

Even after moving out, he didn’t intend to let her go?

Ha, if he wants to come in, would she really let him?

With this in mind, she suddenly furrowed her brows, pursed her lips, and a flash of insight caught her attention.

Perhaps, this was also a good plan.

While contemplating, suddenly, the doorbell sounded from outside.

She snapped back to reality and looked towards the direction of the front door.

She took a deep breath, put down her phone, and walked to the door, only to see the tall figure on the wall-mounted screen.

Sebastian Prescott?

Sienna Monroe was quite surprised.

She pushed the door open, paused for a moment, and said, "You’re leaving so late today?"

It was already almost ten-thirty.

Sebastian Prescott nodded but didn’t answer her question, instead smoothly asking, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"I have."

Sebastian Prescott said, "I came to talk to you about the divorce filing."

Sienna Monroe was stunned, hesitated, but eventually stepped aside, "Come in."