CHAPTER 182: CHAPTER 183: MAKING A SCENE AT THE DOOR

"When Sabrina was little, she really wanted to go to a concert of her favorite Kandara singer, but she had piano lessons that day. Her friend taught her to lie, saying she was sick and asking for leave to sneak out to the concert. But Sabrina didn’t. She would rather miss her favorite concert than lie. How could a Sabrina like that ever deceive someone?"

Pauline Briggs proudly spoke of Sabrina Johnson’s brilliant history, making Sienna Johnson sneer repeatedly.

Sienna sneered, "She sure knows how to feign obedience in front of you."

"You don’t need to tell me what kind of person Sabrina is. She’s the child I raised; I know her well enough. Stop changing the subject. Why did you hit someone? Sienna, you’re a girl. How can you be so barbaric, like a shrew?" Pauline Briggs said, her expression a mixture of disappointment and profound heartache.

Looking at Pauline Briggs, Sienna sneered endlessly. How could this woman be her biological mother? She even doubted if the Johnson Family had made a mistake back then. Perhaps she was the one who was merely kept, while Sabrina was the truly cherished, biological daughter.

"In that case, just let her call the police," Sienna said nonchalantly.

"You’re her sister. There’s no way Sabrina would call the police. Do you think Sabrina is as heartless as you?" Pauline accused.

"Madam Johnson, I will state once more: I only have one sister, Samara Johnson! As for that woman, Sabrina Johnson, I am really not familiar with her."

"Sienna, look at you. How could you become like this? Is it because the Old Madam handed the company over to you that you’ve become so fearless? So your previous timid and cowardly behavior was all an act? Is this your true face now?"

"...Madam Johnson, my past timid and cowardly behavior was only because I cared. Now that I no longer care, there’s no need for me to continue acting timid and cowardly in front of you."

"..."

"Madam Johnson, you must know what I used to care about, right?" Sienna looked at Pauline Briggs as if she were a stranger. "Now I no longer care. I don’t want it anymore!"

Of course, Pauline knew what Sienna used to care about. Sienna had worked very hard, diligently studying to become a well-bred young lady like Sabrina, cautiously trying to curry favor, attempting to win her affection.

Pauline couldn’t articulate the complex, turbulent emotions in her heart. She said in a hoarse voice, "Even so, you shouldn’t give up on yourself."

"Give up on myself? HAHA... Madam Johnson, ’giving up on myself’—that phrase will never apply to me. If I were the type to give up so easily, I probably wouldn’t be able to sit here chatting with you today."

"..."

"Madam Johnson, my affairs do not require your intervention! You seem to always forget your status in my eyes now! You are Ma—dam John—son!"

"Sienna!"

The Old Madam looked at Sienna and said, "Sienna, come to my room later."

"If you have something to say, just say it now, Grandma. I have to go to Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory later. I don’t know how things are being handled there."

"Mom, look at what she’s become now. Her wings have hardened. She doesn’t even listen to you anymore," Pauline said to the Old Madam.

The Old Madam looked at Sienna. The timidity and gloominess Sienna had when she first arrived at the Johnson Family residence had vanished. Now, she exuded a subtle aura of dominance, the kind that came from being in a position of power.

What on earth had happened to Sienna during those two years?

When Sienna returned, she had claimed that Sabrina Johnson and Frederick Stewart wanted to kill her. The Old Madam hadn’t believed it at the time, but now she hesitated. Sienna wasn’t the type to stir up trouble behind people’s backs. If Sabrina had really done such a cruel and terrible thing...

The Old Madam closed her eyes, not daring to think further. She, too, had watched Sabrina grow up and had once genuinely cherished that child.

"Madam, Eric Johnson’s wife and daughter-in-law are here..." a servant came in to report, interrupting the Old Madam’s thoughts.

"Let them in," the Old Madam said.

The servant said, looking troubled, "Madam, we asked them to come in, but they refuse."

Sienna could guess why Eric Johnson’s family had come. They were undoubtedly here to plead with the Old Madam to let Eric Johnson continue as the General Manager of Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory. However, Sienna would never allow Eric Johnson to return to that position.

"They refuse to come in? Are they expecting the Old Madam to personally go out and greet them? They certainly have a high opinion of themselves!" Sienna mocked.

"Sienna, go and see what’s happening," the Old Madam said.

"Mm." Sienna was about to hand Curly Baby to Kiki when the Old Madam, who loved children due to her age, said, "Come, let me hold my precious grandchild."

Sienna got up, took Curly Baby, and carefully placed her in the Old Madam’s arms.

"Mommy!" Curly Baby’s little chubby hands grabbed Sienna’s clothes, not letting her go.

Sienna had been so busy that she barely had time to spend with her daughter. "Curly Baby, be a good girl and wait. Mommy will be back in a moment."

Sienna turned and headed out.

When she reached the main entrance, a woman holding a nursing baby was blocking the doorway of the Johnson residence, crying and causing a scene.

It was Saturday, and most people were not at work, so a crowd had already gathered around the woman. Many neighbors were craning their necks to watch the commotion, and with the baby’s loud wails, the scene was quite "lively."

What is all this commotion about?

Sienna’s expression immediately darkened. Standing at the doorway, she stared expressionlessly, her gaze cold, at the two women and one child kneeling on the ground, crying and wailing.

"Where’s the Old Madam? We want to see the Old Madam!" the middle-aged woman shrieked, her voice so sharp it made one’s ears ache.

"The Old Madam is unwell; she sent me to see you," Sienna said. "What exactly are you trying to achieve by this?"

Sienna slowly walked to the steps of the main entrance, looking down from her vantage point at the disheveled woman. Her gaze then shifted to the child in the woman’s arms, whose face was flushed red as it wailed with an open mouth. Truly pitiful. Yet, the mother was only concerned with tidying her own clothes, not once attempting to soothe the child or even glance at him.

Having become a mother herself, Sienna couldn’t bear to see a child suffer in the slightest.

Anger surged in Sienna’s heart. The weather was scorching, yet this woman disregarded her child’s comfort, whether he was hot or cold, standing under the blazing sun to brawl with people. Could such a woman even be called a mother? If she didn’t cherish her own flesh and blood, who else would care for him?

The more anger and disdain Sienna felt, the icier her expression became. Her gaze swept over the two women, and then she spotted reporters in the crowd.

That Eric Johnson, he really came prepared!

The younger woman brushed her disheveled hair from her face with one hand. She looked at the young lady of the Johnson family before her—someone she had only met twice, who was, just like before, standing in that same elevated position, looking down on her. She seems even more captivating and alluring than when I saw her two years ago. Sienna had a head of soft, thick, long hair. She wore a knee-length polka-dot dress with a light jacket over it. Though it was a very simple outfit, it did nothing to diminish her absolute radiance.