She got the divorce and bolted 4
Chapter 4
The monitor’s waveform pulsed steadily, without the slightest change.
Sienna accidentally brushed against the plain silver ring on Eleanor’s ring finger and sighed softly. “You still haven’t let go of Dad? He’s been so heartless that he cut things off with you completely.”
Because Eleanor had lost so much weight, Sienna was able to easily slide the ring off with just a gentle twist. Upon closer inspection, there were two short, shallow lines on the ring’s surface, crookedly intersecting, likely marks left by the car accident.
“Patient in Bed 16, it’s time to change the IV nutrition drip,” the nurse announced as she pushed the treatment cart into the room.
Sienna slid the ring back onto Eleanor’s finger, exchanged a few words with Vivian, and then hurriedly left the hospital.
…
Clayton had sat through several back-to-back meetings that morning. He returned to his office, feeling slightly exhausted, and his gaze landed on the empty corner of his desk.
Normally, that was where the insulated lunchbox Sienna brought would sit.
Rowan knocked cautiously and came in, holding a lunchbox. “Mr. Hale, everything’s been arranged for Ms. Foster’s placement with the Brightford Theater Company.”
Clayton rubbed his temples, not responding as he opened the lunchbox instead. When he saw the green onions scattered in the stir-fried shrimp, his brows immediately furrowed.
“Why are there green onions?”
Rowan felt a chill run down his back as he hurried to explain, “I’m sorry, sir. I waited in the parking lot at noon for a long time, but I didn’t see Mrs. Hale dropping off lunch. Time was running out, so I just went to buy something from the cafeteria.”
His voice grew smaller and smaller. “I forgot you don’t eat green onions. I’ll go get you a different meal right away.”
“No need,” Clayton said as he picked up his utensils and started picking out the green onions one by one.
Staring at those tiny green pieces, he couldn’t help but think of the way Sienna used to lower her head and carefully remove every single piece of green onion.
He didn’t like eating them, yet he oddly enjoyed the fragrance they added to the food when stir-fried.
Sienna would always tirelessly pick out every single piece, her expression as serious as if she were solving a math problem.
“Where is she?” Clayton asked abruptly.
“Huh?” Rowan didn’t catch on at first. “Do you mean… Mrs. Hale?”
“Who do you think?”
“Edna said that after Mrs. Hale finished breakfast, she dressed herself up nicely, took a phone call, and then went out.”
Rowan swallowed before adding, “She hasn’t gone back yet.”
Inwardly, he couldn’t help but wonder whether Sienna was having an affair or something of the sort. No wonder Clayton’s mood was especially bad today.
Clayton slammed his fork down on the desk with a loud snap. His lips pressed into a thin line. “I’ve really indulged her too much lately. She’s getting more and more out of line, not even bringing me lunch now. If she calls to ask about my schedule, don’t tell her. Let that be her punishment.”
Rowan wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Okay.”
…
At that very moment, Sienna stood at the front desk. She wore sunglasses and lightly tapped her fingers against the marble countertop.
“I’m sorry, miss,” the receptionist said, maintaining a professional smile. “You can’t see Mr. Hale without an appointment.”
Sienna pressed her lips together.
Very few people outside of their circle knew about her marriage to Clayton. To avoid disturbing his work, every time she brought him lunch, it felt like a covert operation—handing the lunchbox to his assistant in the underground parking lot and never daring to enter through the front door.
Now that she thought about it, it was truly laughable.
Forget it. She didn’t want to make things hard for someone just doing their job, so she dialed Rowan’s number directly.
The call connected almost immediately. “Mrs. Hale, what’s wrong?”
“I’m downstairs,” she said calmly. “Tell the front desk to let me in. I need to see Clayton.”
There was a noticeable pause on the other end. Rowan assumed she was there to deliver lunch, and so he quickly agreed.
“Okay, please hand your phone to the receptionist.”
After Rowan said a few words, the receptionist immediately became more respectful. She personally escorted Sienna to the CEO’s private elevator, pressed the floor button for her, and smiled politely.
“You can take the elevator straight up.”
Sienna nodded in thanks.
When she stepped out of the elevator again, Rowan was already there to greet her. “Mrs. Hale, why did you come up by yourself? If you’re delivering lunch, I could’ve gone down to get—”
“I’m not here to deliver lunch,” Sienna interrupted him.
Behind the sunglasses, her gaze swept the spacious hallway. “Where’s Clayton’s office?”
Only then did Rowan notice that she was carrying nothing but a handbag, with no lunchbox in sight.
“This way, please,” he said courteously, leading the way.
However, inwardly, his heart was pounding. Why did it feel like Sienna was here to settle a score?
When they reached Clayton’s office, Rowan knocked lightly. “Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale is here.”
A cold, indifferent “Come in” sounded from inside.
Sienna pushed the door open and was immediately met with Clayton’s passive-aggressive tone.
“I’ve already finished eating, and you only bring the food now? A little late for that, don’t you think?”
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