CHAPTER 151: CHAPTER 151: CRISIS RESOLVED

Sienna Monroe let out a cold sneer in her heart.

She also brewed a sense of tears, and with a gentle blink of her eyes, two lines of clear tears fell down her cheeks.

"I only found out a few days before Radiance Beauty Spa was investigated. At that time, I was very surprised and unwilling to believe it, but after my investigation, I realized... it was true. Just thinking that I was still a shareholder of Radiance Beauty Spa,

and my mom even racked her brains to secure my shares, I was afraid that if the matter were exposed, it wouldn’t matter if it ruined me, but the art gallery was everything to my mom, the exhibition was imminent, and I had no choice. I just wanted to set myself apart,

just wanted to preserve the art gallery my mom left me. Later, when I calmed down, I went to consult Sebastian Prescott about this matter. He’s the only lawyer I know. Later, I had a miscarriage, and you and Vivian Nash betrayed me together. I was thoroughly disheartened, pushed to the brink, not knowing what to choose, not knowing what to do."

She spoke with genuine emotion and helpless panic.

She added the reason June Ewing wanted to drag her into the water and that it was because of the art gallery that she was forced to take such actions.

She even brought up the issue that caused him the most pain and guilt—the miscarriage, the betrayal.

Even Caleb Sinclair was unable to refute.

In terms of emotion and reason, her reporting was justified.

Moreover, she casually explained her relationship with Sebastian Prescott.

The relationship was just that of a client and a lawyer.

Caleb Sinclair slowly recovered from the shock, moved his lips, and said hoarsely, "Then why... why didn’t you tell me? You would rather go to Sebastian Prescott than tell me!"

Sienna Monroe was taken aback, looked at him with a hurt expression, "How could I tell you? After all, that’s your biological mom, the mom who painstakingly raised you. If I told you, how would you choose? To stand by justice even against family?

Have you thought about the consequences? Everyone would criticize you, say you’re ungrateful. If you choose to shield her and stand by your mom, what about me?

The human heart is the hardest to fathom in this world, and I didn’t want to gamble on it with you. For my mom’s life’s work, for my life, I wanted to be selfish for once."

Caleb Sinclair looked at her tear-streaked face, and his heart was violently clenched by something.

It hurt.

Hurt deeply.

But he had to admit that every word Sienna Monroe said was reasonable.

If she had told him, he wouldn’t have been able to report June Ewing, prioritizing justice over family bonds.

That was his mother, who had single-handedly raised him for 12 years, cautiously planning everything for him. Even if he was heartless, he couldn’t do something so cruel.

And what about his Sienna?

If she insisted on reporting?

Then they could never return to their previous warmth and happiness, only ending in arguments and indifference.

Finally, after all their affections were exhausted, it would lead to a divorce.

No matter the outcome, it was something he couldn’t accept.

Her actions, in a way, were to spare him from the dilemma of loyalty and filial piety, making the choice for him.

But was he not sad, not in pain?

He hadn’t been sleeping well these past two days.

Every night when he closed his eyes, he either dreamt of Sienna committing suicide or of June Ewing scolding him in his dreams, calling him useless, a waste of over twenty years of raising, only to be fooled by a woman.

Waking up from the dream, he was met with endless darkness.

His throat tightened, and he lifted his hand to caress her tear-stained face, saying hoarsely, "Sienna, don’t cry, I understand. You had no choice but to do this. In this matter, my mom was wrong. I don’t blame you, I don’t blame you..."

He repeated that last sentence.

While comforting Sienna Monroe, he was also comforting himself.

Because he had no right to blame her.

During that time, so many things were weighing on her shoulders; she was already on the verge of breaking down.

What mistake did she make by thinking for herself?

Sienna Monroe was stunned, truly not expecting him to understand in this way.

But the melancholy and sadness in her heart did not disappear due to his understanding; instead, it grew thicker and more complex.

Her eyes misted with tears, and from deep within her throat, she let out a gentle sound, "I made you sad... I couldn’t help it..."

Those words "I’m sorry" and "apologies" she could not bring herself to say aloud.

Upon hearing this, Caleb Sinclair lifted his hand to gently stroke her cheek, soothing her with affection, "I don’t blame you, I understand, truly."

Perhaps it was once again because he hadn’t rested well the previous night, but upon hearing his words, she didn’t even ask him for help or anything like that.

She merely felt tired and fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed.

Once he saw her asleep, Caleb Sinclair took several deep breaths and dialed Special Assistant Langley’s number.

Around two in the afternoon, Sienna Monroe was awakened by the vibration of a text message.

[Caleb Sinclair has already had Brian Langley deflect the attention from the whistleblower, the Sawyer Family, and the Sloane Family haven’t found any clues about you.]

Her blurry gaze focused slightly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This crisis was considered resolved.

She spent the day "accompanying" Caleb Sinclair at home.

Early the next morning, upon learning that Caleb Sinclair was going to the company, she went to the art gallery.

Near lunchtime, she unexpectedly received a WeChat message from Ivy.

[Director Monroe, my other album has arrived, but there are some artworks inside that I don’t want to be publicly shown due to privacy reasons. Are you free at noon? I’d like to invite you for a meal and select some paintings together.]

Sienna Monroe stared at the text for a moment before slowly typing back: [Alright, send me the address.]

Ivy chose a restaurant that featured guzheng and konghou music, with a southern style.

The mottled light from lanterns fell through the carved lattice windows; the hall was filled with several Eight Immortals tables, and the cyan porcelain cups on the table reflected the deep hue of sandalwood, with a burner of chenxiang quietly swirling in the corner.

Everything exuded a sense of tranquility, warmth, and elegance.

Even the waitresses were dressed in qipao, each with a graceful and slender figure.

She didn’t know that such a place was hidden in Nancroft.

"This place only serves female guests," Ivy said with a soft laugh beside her, "Please, Director Monroe."

Sienna nodded and sat by the carved window lattice. The waitress brought a menu.

The dish names all seemed poetic and artistic, and even the dishes were different from those in typical Chinese restaurants.

The waitress recommended a few dishes. Neither had a big appetite, so they only ordered four dishes and a soup.

The Jasmine Silver Needle stood upright in the tea soup like a sword, the soft fragrance like hair falling under the moonlight.

Sienna Monroe looked up at Ivy, who was savoring the tea delicately.

Today, Ivy was wearing a Chinese qipao, white as the moon, with a frog button design, and peony patterns floated on the fabric.

She had a water-blue Chinese cape, which she handed to the waitress upon entering.

Today, she left her hair unpinned, allowing her smooth hair to casually be pinned with a light-colored clip at the nape of her neck.

Sienna Monroe smiled gently, and seemingly unintentionally asked, "Miss Ivy, how did you find out about this place? I’ve lived in Nancroft for so many years and didn’t know about it."

She had only just returned to the country a few days ago.

At her words, Ivy lightly raised her eyes and met her calm and gentle almond eyes.

Her voice was calm and unhurried, gentle and smiling, "I came across this place on a social app. When I was in Orlano, I thought to myself that I had to try it once I returned."

As she spoke, she took out a beautifully elegant album and pushed it in front of Sienna Monroe, "Director Monroe, this is my other album. Please take a look."

The album was slightly thicker than the previous one, but from the appearance, it seemed that Ivy valued this one more.

Opening the first page was Ivy’s signature page, the handwriting graceful, dignified, and serene, just like her.

The second page was a catalog, listing 69 paintings, each with the time and duration of creation, characteristics, and inspiration sources annotated below.

It was quite rare for someone to bind their paintings into an album like this.

At least her mother, herself, Audrey, and Faye Irving never did this.

In this catalog, she saw "Whale Fall Island" and "Mountain Sleep," most were themes related to natural landscapes.

But eight or nine of them, just from the titles, didn’t quite match with natural landscapes.

"Miss You Forever," "Missing You," "Growing Old Together," "Untitled"...

These four seemed to be related to emotions.

She recalled that Ivy mentioned there were several paintings involving her personal privacy that she didn’t want to reveal, perhaps these were the ones.