CHAPTER 421: CHAPTER 421: UNTYING THE KNOT

"Tomorrow at five, we’ll meet downstairs at your company’s building."

After Vera Yates’s voice came through, the two of them hung up the phone. A faint mocking smile appeared on Sienna Quinn’s lips, coupled with a hint of worry.

What exactly happened to Landon Lawson?

Sienna sat dazed at home, staring at the documents on the table when suddenly the doorbell rang downstairs.

She went downstairs and opened the door, looking somewhat puzzled at the familiar person standing in front of her. "Grandma, why are you here?"

Could it be that this old lady knows she’s about to leave and wants to see her one last time?

The old lady smiled and nodded, walking into the villa and noticing the somewhat empty house, she frowned slightly.

"Why is it so sparse here, even the furniture is so little?"

"I’m about to leave, having too much furniture is useless."

A helpless smile tugged at Sienna’s lips, but seeing family before leaving wasn’t so bad...

"Where are you going?"

Old Mrs. Quinn asked with some confusion. She had not heard anything about Sienna planning to leave before.

"I’m going back abroad. I fear I might not come back in this lifetime, so Grandma, you must take good care of yourself."

Sienna gently helped the old lady onto the sofa.

The old lady glanced at the documents on the table, her brow furrowing slightly, hesitant to speak, she sighed, "I know my unexpected visit today surprises you, and you might feel whatever I say is unfair to you, but there are things I have to say no matter what."

The old lady said slowly.

Sienna’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she could already guess what the old lady wanted to say...

"You aren’t here because of Tom and Amanda, are you?"

"Since you already know, I won’t beat around the bush. I hope you won’t continue to target your Uncle and Aunt... After all, you are all connected by blood."

Hearing the old lady’s words, Sienna’s brow furrowed slightly, a cold smile suddenly appearing at the corner of her mouth.

So Old Mrs. Quinn came today just for her second son and daughter-in-law... Had she never cared about her own father?

Clearly, they are both her sons, but why such different treatment?

"Don’t pursue it, don’t target them? So you mean to let this matter be buried over time?" A cold smile graced Sienna’s lips.

The old lady frowned slightly at this...

"Since we are all family, why speak with such formalities? Is your heart so set on making them pay the price?"

"My dad was your son too, have you thought about seeking justice for him? Since you as a mother couldn’t treat them equally, let me as his daughter seek justice for him."

There was an unprecedented determination in Sienna’s eyes.

Her every word pierced the old lady’s heart, causing her body to tremble continuously.

All these years she had lived in self-blame, feeling it unjust whenever she thought of her tragically deceased eldest son...

Looking at Old Mrs. Quinn who remained silent, Sienna felt a twinge of unwillingness and said, "Since you have understood my intentions, there is nothing more for us to talk about."

After saying that, Sienna turned and walked towards her room, but the old lady gently stood up and, looking at her back, said, "It seems I can no longer persuade you. Since you have made your decision, then go ahead. Perhaps Tom and Amanda really should pay the price now, otherwise they will live in guilt for the rest of their lives."

Old Mrs. Quinn walked slowly and reached the villa door before speaking the last sentence.

"For all these years, I could never make up my mind, I even regretted it, always thinking about bringing Tom and Amanda to justice, but in the end, they are my kin, I’ve already lost your dad, I can’t lose any more family, but since you’ve made this decision, I respect it."

The old lady’s voice grew fainter as Sienna stood rigid in place, tears pattering down.

It turns out everyone had lived in self-blame, not just herself...

The heart that was once wavering finally reached a decision, and the tightly pressed lips finally curved into a nice arc...

Tom and Amanda ultimately have to pay the price for their actions, even if that price comes late...

Because of grandma’s words, she dispelled all her hesitations.

It seems in that elderly woman’s heart there was always a place for her parents.

However, no matter what happens to Tom and Amanda in the future, she will still take care of the old lady, after all, she is her family, blood is thicker than water, some feelings will never fade...

The old lady walked out of the villa, looking at the brilliant sunshine, she finally felt an unprecedented ease at that moment.

The blame pressed on her heart all these years could finally be eased.

Even her son most likely has the same thought... If you did something wrong, you must face the consequences.

Even if it is five years later, Tom still needs to be held accountable for her actions.

She originally thought she would carry this regret and blame to her grave, but unexpectedly she could finally sleep peacefully in her lifetime.

Also unexpected was how capable Sienna turned out to be, a strong-willed woman.

Looking up at the clear sky, the cloudy eyes carried a gentle smile, "Son... your daughter is truly outstanding, even without you by her side, she can live well... A person like her, with clear loves and hates, will ultimately find happiness."

The elderly lady’s departing figure seemed some melancholic, some lonely.

Sienna stood at her window, watching Old Mrs. Quinn’s shadow, lightly pursing her lips, there was a reluctance in her eyes...

If possible, she really didn’t wish for this old lady to spend her life in loneliness.

At this moment, Sienna even considered the idea of taking her to France?

It seems she needs to communicate this wish with the old lady...

Looking at the time, Sienna thought that Chiara Thorne should have picked up Evan Quinn by now.

Since her time in the country was limited, she needed to speed up what she could do...

Sienna went into the kitchen to cook for everyone. Although her cooking skills weren’t great, it was, after all, a gesture of her heart...