Simon Forrester, who was driving, furrowed his brow for a mont, turned his head to glance at her, and instead of answering, asked: "Did you eat too much tonight?"
Sienna Thornton pretended to be upset: "Don’t change the subject, I’m asking you a question!"
Simon, watching the road conditions, curved his lips into a smile and said, "My true love is sitting right in my passenger seat now. She wants to go ho with and even have my baby!"
Sienna’s face instantly turned red when she heard this, and she playfully snapped: "Who’s going to have your baby? Shaless!"
"Well, if you won’t have my son, you can have my daughter! That’s great, I’ve always liked girls."
"..."
Sienna fell silent, as Simon cleverly shifted the topic from his true love to future offspring, causing her to forget the original matter she wanted to press him on.
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The car drove into the underground garage, they turned off the engine and got out. Simon and Sienna entered the elevator hand in hand.
It was past ten, and both were tired after a busy day. Now, they held each other’s hand tightly, occasionally whispering a few words.
Sienna rested her head on Simon’s shoulder. Simon carried her laptop bag with one hand and encircled her waist with the other, smiling as he asked quietly: "Busy today?"
"Yeah." Sienna nodded, "I didn’t even have ti for a sip of water all day."
Simon then leaned down to kiss her lips, "You didn’t eat much fruit today either. You go take a shower first, I’ll make so juice for you."
"Alright." Sienna lifted her face to kiss him back.
Simon pulled her closer with a firm arm.
Just then, the private elevator smoothly stopped on the forty-eighth floor.
Reluctantly separating from each other, they exchanged a smile and were about to step out of the elevator when they were suddenly startled by soone sitting at the doorway.
Sienna was surprised and stunned, but Simon recovered first and led her out of the elevator. Her face flushed as she greeted the crying Sylvia Langley, who sat on a bench with red and swollen eyes: "Hello, Auntie."
Sylvia didn’t even glance at her, and instead threw herself into Simon’s arms, causing him to stagger backward.
Sienna hurriedly let go of Simon’s hand and stepped forward to open the door: "Auntie, please co in and have a seat."
Sylvia said nothing, nor did she move, while she cried, tears running down her face like black ink, apparently the eyeliner running.
Simon looked at her in frustration: "Why are you crying like this?"
Actually, it was him who felt like crying!
Sylvia kept crying silently, not saying a word, and Simon had no choice but to bring her inside and settled her on the sofa.
Sienna went to the bar first and poured two cups of warm water, handed one to Simon and the other to Sylvia, then asked, "Auntie, have you had dinner?"
She was just being polite, thinking that it was so late, Sylvia must have eaten, hadn’t the Forrester Family even hosted a banquet tonight?
Unexpectedly, Sylvia spoke in a tearful voice: "I haven’t eaten, can you make sothing delicious?"
Sienna: "..."
Simon imdiately signaled Sienna with his eyes: "It’s really late, why make anything delicious? You go take a shower and rest; I’ll order so takeout."
"Oh alright, I’ll go ahead, Auntie please sit down." Sienna quickly slipped away.
Seeing the door close, Simon then asked with a stern face: "Why are you crying like this?"
It would have been fine not to ask, but once asked, Sylvia broke into louder sobs: "Your dad hit ! Boohoo... I want to divorce him!"
Upon hearing that Zane Forrester hit Sylvia Langley, Simon was dumbfounded.
He had assud Sylvia was crying because Old Master Forrester scolded her over tonight’s incident. After all, she was often moved to tears, but never expected Zane would actually lay hands on her.
Simon ca to his senses, sat beside Sylvia, and let out a sigh. His tone softened: "Where did my dad hit you?"
Sylvia raised her left cheek to show him: "Here."
Simon looked carefully and indeed found her left cheek was slightly swollen, with four faintly visible red thumb prints on it.
At that mont, anger surged from his heart to his head.
He returned to the dressing room, fetched a clean towel, and from the bar, scooped so ice cubes to wrap up and hand to Sylvia.
Sylvia took them, applying them to her cheek while sobbing softly.
Suppressing his inner anger for now, Simon asked calmly: "Why did he hit you? Because of what happened tonight?"
Sylvia nodded, not daring to ntion how she openly criticized Old Master Forrester and incited Zane to sever ties with the Forrester Family in front of the guests.
Simon knew well that after he left, there must have been a scene, for Zane wouldn’t have hit Sylvia otherwise.
He comforted Sylvia: "Rest here, I’ll go to the study to make a phone call."
After speaking, he got up, returned to the study, and imdiately phoned the General Manager of "The Imperial Court Club", asking them to send over the surveillance video from the revolving restaurant tonight.
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Simon took ten minutes to fast-forward through what happened at the revolving restaurant after he left—
After he left, Sylvia kept talking for a while longer, then suddenly Old Master Forrester stood up, shouted a few words at her, and then turned to scold Zane.
After so ti, Sylvia ran over, emotionally grabbing Zane and said sothing to Old Master Forrester. He saw Old Master Forrester’s face getting darker, and Zane suddenly turned and slapped Sylvia.
Then, Sylvia clutched her cheek, crying as she ran out of the restaurant. Zane didn’t follow; he dispersed the banquet with Old Master Forrester.
Simon could imagine that Sylvia must have said very hurtful words for Zane to hit her.
Seeing Sylvia being hit made Simon very angry.
No matter how outrageous Sylvia’s words were, Zane should never have hit her.
Zane could have pointed out Sylvia’s mistakes verbally, or even, if he couldn’t accept such a Sylvia, he could propose divorce.
But he! Absolutely should not hit Sylvia!
The more Simon thought about it, the angrier he got, and he imdiately called Zane.
It was very quiet on Zane’s side; maybe he had returned to the main house. When the call connected, he answered indifferently with a "Hello."
Simon began questioning: "Dad, even if my mom said anything excessive, you shouldn’t lay hands on a woman! Especially not in front of so many people! If you feel she was excessive, you could propose divorce, but hitting a woman is dostic violence! Are you a thug? Why did you resort to violence against my mom?"
Zane said nothing, let out a long sigh, "Let your mom stay with you for a few days first, wait for grandpa’s mood to get better, then let her co back."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Simon then called Thomas Reed, who was also present at the ti, and after learning that Sylvia spoke disrespectfully to Old Master Forrester that night, he was also very angry. But another matter is another matter, and Sylvia’s disrespect toward her father-in-law should be warned and educated in different ways, rather than Zane resorting to violence like this.
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