CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: SICK

Sienna Monroe was dazed; there were quite a few familiar names inside.

Maeve Sherman can be considered a legendary figure among the luxury circles in The Capital Circle. She sent her own brother to prison with her own hands and took the position of chairman of the Sherman Group. She never married, and the Sherman Group has thrived under her management for more than ten years.

Sponsoring a few male models seems rather normal.

As for the others, on the list of sponsors, Rose Spencer is a 28-year-old socialite heiress.

The majority of the others are married individuals.

June Ewing’s business seems to satisfy a portion of the wealthy wives in high society.

No wonder the business is booming; the profit in half a year is so high.

This industry of hers has developed for less than a year, and there are already 36 people involved.

If it continues to develop next year, it will definitely more than double.

Sienna Monroe felt extremely uncomfortable at the thought of that dividend.

This money is hotter than a hot potato.

But how to get this concrete evidence?

After much thought, she still felt that she had to first obtain the ledger of the underground business and understand their operating methods.

She stayed in the restroom for about ten minutes, suppressing the matter in her heart before slowly walking out.

Caleb Sinclair approached her, "What’s wrong? Not feeling well?"

"No." Sienna Monroe was slightly stunned, "How come you’re here?"

"I didn’t see you around, and Mrs. Landor said you went to the restroom, so I came over."

"Oh oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted to take a break."

Caleb Sinclair chuckled, gently moving the strands of hair from her forehead to the side, with a touch of reproach in his indulgent tone, "Silly, if you don’t want to deal with it, just tell me. We can go home, no need to hide in the restroom."

He said, taking her hand, "Come on, let’s go home."

"Okay."

After saying goodbye to Principal King and the others, Caleb Sinclair took Sienna Monroe to the parking lot.

Sienna Monroe remembered, "Vivian hasn’t left yet. Shouldn’t we tell her?"

"Hmm, just send her a message."

"Alright."

After sending a message to Vivian Nash, she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes to rest.

Perhaps returning to the school today brought back memories, her mood was low in the afternoon, and after she returned home, she took a shower and went to bed.

She was vaguely shaken awake in the middle of the night, "Sienna, wake up, wake up, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me."

Sienna Monroe barely opened her eyes, murmuring softly, "Wha... What’s wrong?"

As soon as she spoke, it felt like there was a handful of sand in her throat, making it hard to swallow, dry and parched.

"You have a fever. Get up and change clothes, I just called the family doctor, he will be here in ten minutes."

"Fever?"

Sienna Monroe looked bewildered, struggling to support herself with her arms to sit up, but found she had no strength.

Caleb Sinclair quickly supported her, "Don’t move, tell me if you need anything."

"Water."

"Alright, I’ll get it. You lie down."

Caleb Sinclair quickly brought over a cup of warm water, and Sienna Monroe drank it all in one go.

Her consciousness gradually became clearer.

Her forehead was indeed burning hot.

These days of upheaval, the overwhelming pressure, and the intertwining emotions of grief, sadness, despair, and collapse had all accumulated in her heart, and she ultimately couldn’t handle it.

She had oppressed herself into becoming ill.

Sienna Monroe didn’t speak. Her throat ached; she received intravenous therapy for two hours in the second half of the night and took a few tablets, and the medicine made her quickly feel drowsy.

Caleb Sinclair kept by her side and only took a nap after the medication was finished.

He got up around seven, saw Sienna Monroe still sleeping, and went downstairs to personally make soup and porridge for her.

Sienna Monroe woke up at eight-thirty.

Caleb Sinclair brought over a basin of water for her to wash up and placed the porridge in front of her, attending to every detail.

To help her sweat and reduce fever, after eating, he brought a basin of water and personally washed her feet.

He had done such things before, but now that Sienna Monroe knew about his indiscretions, his every touch made her feel slightly repulsed.

"Soak for a while; you take a rest too. Did you not sleep well last night? I disrupted your sleep."

"Don’t say foolish things. How could it be a disruption? You’re my wife; it’s my duty to take care of you." Caleb Sinclair’s eyes were filled with concern, "The family doctor said your condition was caused by fatigue, plus you might have caught a chill yesterday."

"I was really scared last night when you were talking in your sleep and couldn’t be woken up. Were you thinking about mom? Once you’re better, I’ll accompany you to visit her."

Talking in her sleep?

Sienna Monroe slightly raised her eyes, but she slept deeply last night and couldn’t remember her dream.

She unconsciously clenched her fist, nervously asking, "Did I say anything else?"

"You said a lot, but it was unclear. I only heard you calling for mom and saying you missed her."

"Oh oh."

Sienna Monroe released her fist and didn’t speak further.

When Caleb Sinclair dried her feet and went to the bathroom to dump the water, a text message came through: [Vivian Nash’s apartment has been sold for 1.45 million.]