Chapter 290
The home helper exclaimed, “Ms. Shaw had surgery last night, and you’ve already come today!” She continued, “Before dawn, Ms. Miller called to inform me about Ms. Shaw’s operation and asked me to buy more food.” She gestured vaguely towards Josiah.
Josiah’s expression darkened. He asked, “What surgery? What happened to Sienna?”
The home helper blinked in surprise. “Mr. Flynn, you don’t know?”
“I’m asking you!” Josiah’s sudden shout echoed, his face tense with anger.
The home helper, startled, quickly replied, “I don’t know much. Ms. Miller only said she would stay at the hospital with Ms. Shaw for the next few days and asked me to pack some clothes.” Josiah forced himself to control his anger, but he was on the verge of losing it. “Which hospital?” he pressed. “You must know that, right?”
Yes.
At the hospital, Sienna woke from anesthesia, feeling much better. Rosie supported her arm and helped her sit up. “Does the wound hurt? If not, let’s have you walk a little.” The doctor had suggested Sienna get out of bed and move around to prevent complications. Sienna felt her condition and shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“That’s great,” Rosie said, helping her stand. “I can’t see, so hold one hand on the bed’s edge and the other on me as you walk slowly.” “Alright.” Sienna used her arm for support, taking small steps around the bed. Her phone rang; it was Tara.
Tara complained, her voice full of indignation, “Joyce has been naughty. She secretly threw away the lettuce and carrots from her sandwich…” “Tara, I was wrong! I promise I won’t do it again!”
Tara handed the phone to Joyce. Hearing her daughter’s soft, sweet voice made Sienna cry. “Oh, my dear Joyce.”
Joyce quickly admitted, “I was wrong. I’ll eat my vegetables! Mommy, please don’t be angry, okay?”
“Mm, Mommy isn’t angry…” Sienna, normally strict, found herself unable to be stern. “Mommy’s the best, Tara. Mommy forgave you!”
“Then you’d better keep your word! You need to behave.”
“I know! Mommy, I’m off to eat my vegetables!”
“Go on, Joyce.” As soon as the call ended, tears streamed down Sienna’s face. Just yesterday, she had been thinking about Joyce’s future. In one night, her dream had been crushed. As a mother, she couldn’t give her daughter a healthy body, and she had hoped for another child to help Joyce, but she had never been able to. She couldn’t bring herself to scold Joyce. Those years in Fliraty, she had once thought she wouldn’t survive. Sienna had never truly known comfort and peace, especially during those years of suffering; yet, even that hadn't broken her. But now, she never expected that her struggles had not only continued but had also been passed onto her daughter. The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached. She worried about Joyce’s future. Clenching her fists, she felt unbearable pain.
Rosie, sensing her pain, began to cry with her. “Both she and I just want to live normal lives, yet it’s so hard. The bond between a mother and her child is fragile,” Rosie said.
Sienna thought, ‘My intentions weren’t pure. The child knew it had come into this world to save its sister, and because of that, it didn’t want to arrive. That’s why it wouldn’t stay with me!’
In desperation, Sienna closed her eyes. “I couldn’t keep my baby, my dear baby… I’m so sorry…”
The ward door suddenly flew open, and Josiah stood in the doorway. “Josiah…” Sienna was taken aback, staring at him in disbelief. He was supposed to be far away, at least a week, but it had only been a few days.
Josiah’s expression was blank as he focused on Sienna. He stepped closer, stopping before her. His eyes fixed on hers. “Earlier, you mentioned not keeping the baby; what do you mean by that?”
Sienna stiffened, unable to speak. “Not going to talk!” Josiah raised his chin, appearing indifferent. “Alright, let me ask you. What’s this about selling properties and moving your assets to Fliraty?”
Panic filled Sienna’s eyes. She wondered how Josiah found out. Josiah scoffed. “Ever since I returned from London, I’ve wondered what made you move your assets to Fliraty.” He squinted. “Are you planning to leave me and escape to Fliraty?”
Before Sienna could respond, he grabbed her shoulders tightly. “Look at me! I want to hear the truth!”
“The truth?” Her emotions spiraled out of control at his accusations, her eyes burning. “Don’t you already know? What else do you want me to say?” Josiah felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. She admitted it. She really wanted to leave him. He suddenly recalled her actions over the past few days.
Josiah laughed bitterly. “So all this time, you were playing a role, lowering my guard, waiting to leave Jeiacrity! You never meant to stay with me forever!”
“Indeed,” Sienna raised her chin, meeting his gaze with determination.
Josiah felt like he couldn’t breathe. He was shocked and hurt. “Very well!” His gaze dropped to her abdomen. “What about our baby? Is it gone? Did you… terminate it?”
“Yes!” Sienna said without hesitation. Josiah staggered back, releasing Sienna, disbelief etched on his face. On his way, he had thought no matter how Sienna felt, he couldn’t let her leave. He was ready to do anything to keep her. But now she had ended their child. “Sienna,” Josiah gathered himself, his voice cold. “Fine, as you wish; we’re breaking up! I’m giving up on you.” He declared, “To leave me, you ended our child. How cold-hearted you are!” In an instant, he stormed out.