Sienna Thornton couldn’t swallow this anger. She felt that one day she had to confront Quentin Thorne and fiercely condemn him for the miserable second half of linda Linton’s life he caused!
Since childhood, she never asked linda Linton about those private matters of the past, but now, she must know what happened back then to redress the grievance for linda Linton and herself.
Even though linda Linton was already sobbing uncontrollably, she still cruelly asked, "Before he left you back then, did he say anything?"
"He said he had to go ho to handle so affairs, and next ti he returned, he would take to the city..."
It was clearly just the typical excuse of a jerk, and only a simple rural girl like linda Linton, who couldn’t read and had never left the village, would believe it.
Sienna Thornton felt exasperated yet couldn’t bear to bla linda Linton even a little. Instead, she asked, "How many tis did you two... have relations before you got pregnant with ?"
linda Linton was startled and soon flushed, stamring, "Many tis..."
Sienna Thornton was furious, "Didn’t you ever think about using contraception?!"
"I don’t understand... He said once we had a child, we could get married imdiately..." At last, linda Linton started crying again.
Sienna Thornton shook her head powerlessly, unable to say anything.
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After leaving linda Linton’s house, it was already late at night.
Simon Forrester had made several phone calls and sent a few WeChat ssages, but she had neither the ti nor the mood to respond.
She walked heavily towards the parking lot and unexpectedly encountered Simon Forrester running out of the parking lot.
Simon Forrester looked worried and rushed forward, pulling her into his arms, "Why didn’t you answer the phone? You scared to death."
She instinctively buried her face in his chest, mumbling, "Couldn’t you just look at the location? You’d know I’ve been at my mom’s all along."
"Knowing doesn’t stop from worrying." Simon Forrester said as he opened his coat and wrapped her in his embrace, "Alright, let’s go ho and talk."
The two of them entered the parking lot, and just when she was about to say she was too ntally exhausted to drive, Simon Forrester asked, "How about taking my car ho? Tomorrow I’ll have Harrison Rowe drive your car back."
She replied weakly, "Alright," and got into the passenger seat of the S90.
Perhaps due to Simon Forrester just getting out of the car, it was warm inside, with a hint of the fragrance from the skincare products he often used.
This car of Simon Forrester’s rarely had passengers, aside from her and Ms. Langley, and possibly the elders of the Forrester Family, not many had ever ridden in it.
The car exited the parking lot, rged into the main road of the old district, heading towards the New District. The neon lights along the streets flickered on and off on Sienna Thornton’s face through the windshield.
She turned her head and leaned against the passenger window, lost in thought.
She was pondering why Simon Forrester had told her two days ago that Quentin Thorne helped her find evidence, saying it was because he had asked Quentin Thorne for help.
Back then, the matter passed without further inquiry, neither did he elaborate.
She couldn’t be sure if Simon Forrester knew the whole truth.
She thought about it the whole way, unsure how to bring it up with Simon Forrester.
Perhaps due to the emotional impact being so overwhelming, she now didn’t even feel like talking, wanting only to digest the matter on her own.
In such a situation, even if she ntioned it to Simon Forrester, she might not be able to explain it clearly.
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Back ho, knowing Sienna Thornton hadn’t eaten, Simon Forrester whipped up a hot pot while she was taking a bath.
Using so ingredients originally intended for dinner, but left unused because Sienna Thornton didn’t co ho, along with so frozen foods, and so lamb and beef he bought from the fresh market, a hot pot dinner was quickly arranged.
It was still a divided hot pot, with the spicy beef butter base for Sienna Thornton, and Simon Forrester having a tomato base.
Sienna Thornton erged from the bath to find steam rising from the hot pot in the dining room, and a table full of her favorite dishes. Her heart instantly ward, montarily casting aside the troubles brought by Quentin Thorne.
"Why did you suddenly make hot pot?" She smiled, taking a seat, "What did you have for dinner?"
Simon Forrester was in the kitchen fetching dishes, retrieving the exquisitely gilded bone china plates and bowls, placing them before the two of them, and he smiled, "You said you wouldn’t be ho for dinner, so I didn’t cook, just made a bowl of noodles for myself, simple and convenient."
"Can’t eat when I’m not ho, huh?"
He mimicked her teasing tone, "Exactly!"
The two laughed for a while before starting to enjoy the hot pot.
In the dining room, amidst swirling steam and enticing aromas, the food in the divided hot pot sizzled and flipped, as Sienna Thornton savored the tasty ats and sipped red wine, her appetite and mood both uplifted.
She didn’t ntion Quentin Thorne’s matter but instead said, "Today Aurora and Rhonda ntioned that the law firm recently lost several deals, seemingly because of ."
Thinking about the absurd reports and videos online that couldn’t be fully erased, Simon Forrester also felt deeply troubled but dared not show it before her, and could only comfort, "It’ll get better in a while. People like gossip but also have short mories. In a few days, when so celebrity scandal breaks out, no one will pay attention to our issue anymore."
He referred to it as "our issue," not "your issue," which greatly comforted Sienna Thornton. She bowed her head and stirred the food in her bowl, softly saying, "Thank you for always being by my side, never leaving."
He set down his utensils, looked at her quietly for a mont, then stood up, moving behind her, stooping to embrace her and gently kissing her cheek, "I’ll never leave you, never."
Sienna Thornton couldn’t hold back the grievances she carried all day, turning to hug Simon Forrester tightly, burying her face on his chest, shedding silent tears of frustration.
A man with no blood relation to her could love her so unconditionally, yet the one who gave her life chose to know her but not acknowledge her.
She always had confidence in herself, but at this mont, all her self-assurance crumbled because of Quentin Thorne’s denial.
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A few days later, the incident, which should have gradually cooled down, suddenly flared up again with the spread of several new videos. The law firm, whose business had started getting back on track, suddenly faced desolation, with everyone rumored that one of its partners was a murderer.
Rhonda Wagner and Aurora Buckley were considering filing a defamation lawsuit against The Sinclair Family, but because they couldn’t prove the firm’s business decline was causally connected to the defamatory videos of Sienna Thornton and the firm online, and because those videos were posted from foreign servers, they couldn’t establish it was the Sinclair Family’s doing.
The law firm fell into a crisis.
On another front, the "Golden Sponsor" Forrester Group was causing a stir, wanting to terminate their contract, claiming the firm’s involvent damaged Forrester’s image, breaching the contract and not only seeking termination but also demanding penalty fees.
Sienna Thornton was overwheld, planning to visit the Forresters to resolve the issue when she suddenly received a call from Old Master Forrester, asking her to visit the old residence when she had ti.
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