Chapter 33

A few days later, on a Monday. Every Monday was Sienna's day off, as Maze had the least customer traffic. With some free time, Sienna visited Miranda. Miranda had improved significantly; she was fully conscious, and her bodily functions were gradually returning to normal. Sienna, along with a nurse, helped Miranda from the bed and wheeled her into the courtyard to bask in the sun.

"Sienna," Miranda held Sienna's hand and sighed, "this time, you've worked hard."

"Not at all," Sienna shook her head with a faint smile. "It's all part of what I should do."

Miranda paused, her eyes reddening as she choked out, "I remember your kindness. Grandma's greatest regret is leaving you alone, all by yourself, for the past four years..."

Sienna quickly pulled out a tissue and wiped her tears. "It's all in the past, I'm fine now, don't worry."

Miranda nodded, smiling. "As long as I'm here, you will always be Josiah's wife."

Hearing this, Sienna's expression faltered. She decided to resolve the matter between her and Josiah herself. Sienna squatted and massaged Miranda's calf. "I'm off today, and I'll stay here with you tonight, how about that?"

"Really? That's wonderful," Miranda said.

The nurse came out, holding Miranda's phone. "Miranda, your phone is ringing."

"Oh, okay," Miranda looked and saw it was Josiah calling.

"Grandma," Josiah said.

"What is it?" Miranda asked. "Aren't you at Yarrowdale? If you're busy, you don't need to check in with me."

"Alright, Grandma," Josiah replied with a mix of laughter and helplessness, "but I'm not calling to say hello this time. Could you have someone check if there's a leather bag left there?"

Lately, he had been spending his nights there, inevitably bringing work, and it was quite possible he had left it behind.

Upon hearing this, Miranda's expression immediately turned serious. "Is it something you need for today?"

"Yes, for the meeting tonight. Please help me look for it," Josiah said.

"Sure." Miranda, in her youth, was a strong woman who never took her career lightly. She moved the phone away and looked at Sienna. "Sienna, go inside and check if there's a leather bag there."

"Oh, okay," Sienna didn't hesitate and quickly went inside to search.

When she returned, she was holding a leather bag about the size of C4 paper. "Is this it?"

"Let me see," Miranda took it, opened it, and checked, then picked up her phone. "Found it, it's here."

"Great," Josiah breathed a sigh of relief. "Grandma, could you have someone bring it to me?"

"Sure," Miranda agreed and hung up the phone. She flipped through her contacts, about to dial a number, but remembered something and suddenly looked at Sienna. "Sienna, come here."

"What is it?" Sienna asked.

Miranda took her hand. "Here's the thing, Josiah is waiting to use the contents of the bag. I can't trust anyone else with it. Could you, please, make a trip?" Afraid Sienna might refuse, she tapped the bag. "These are all business secrets. I don't feel comfortable handing them over to an outsider."

Sienna hesitated. She was well aware that Miranda's words held a significant reason—to play matchmaker between her and Josiah.

She didn't want to go, didn't want to see Josiah. However, she couldn't directly tell Miranda that they were in a state of mutual annoyance.

"Alright," Sienna gritted her teeth and agreed. She was just delivering something; she could leave as soon as she handed it over without talking to him.

"Good girl," Miranda smiled with satisfaction. "No rush, stay with me until the afternoon before you leave." Josiah's documents weren't needed until the evening; it wouldn't be appropriate to go too early. It was better to wait until nightfall.

"Oh, okay," Sienna didn't know what Miranda was planning. "I'll do whatever Grandma says."

In the afternoon, around four o'clock, Sienna left the nursing home. She carefully placed the leather bag into her backpack and boarded the bus to Yarrowdale. Yarrowdale was a bit far, a subordinate town of Jeiacrity, still in the development stage, and the bus ride took two hours.

After arriving, following Miranda's address, she walked for a while and found the hotel where Josiah was staying. The hotel was brand new, with the air filled with the scent of fresh renovations. Arriving at the hotel, Sienna turned her backpack to the front and called Josiah.

In his room, Josiah picked up his phone and saw Sienna's name. Why was she calling? Thinking of their argument, his expression darkened, and he hung up.

On her end, Sienna held her phone, blinking in confusion. Why wasn't he answering? Wasn't he waiting for the documents? Perhaps he was busy. She thought for a moment and sent him a message: [Miranda asked me to bring something to you.] Then, she took a picture of the leather bag and sent it over.

Her phone vibrated again. Josiah sneered—not finished yet! Was he that despicable in her eyes that she would still contact him? But he still picked up his phone, swiped it open, and saw that she was there to deliver the documents. Suddenly, he got up and left the room.

Outside, it had grown dark. The sunset was just a sliver on the horizon. Sienna wore an apricot T-shirt and cargo jeans, her long hair tied with a black rubber band. She stood there, a slender and tall figure, like a swan in the twilight.

Unconsciously, Josiah swallowed. His throat felt itchy and dry. He walked over. "Sienna."

Hearing his voice, Sienna looked up. "You're here." She quickly took off her backpack and handed him the leather bag. "Here, this is for you. Check if this is it."

Josiah opened it, flipped through it, and said, "This is it."

He closed the bag and looked at her with amusement. "You have quite a sense of timing."

Sienna didn't understand.

"Don't pretend," Josiah pointed to his wristwatch. "When I called Grandma, it was one o'clock, yet you only brought it to me now. You knew there were no buses back at this time, wanted to stay, right?"

Sienna remained silent, her mind only on his words—no buses back.

Josiah didn't hide his sarcasm. "You haven't pulled this move a few times before." He thought she had given up on him, no longer entangled with him. But then she…

"Alright," Josiah waved his hand generously. "Anyway, no matter what you do, I won't waver. For your trouble, come with me; I'll have someone show you where to rest."

He turned and walked ahead, thinking she would follow obediently. But Sienna stood still. She finally understood—he thought she had arrived this late on purpose.

Josiah turned back to see her still standing there, displeased. "Aren't you coming? What, now that I've seen through your scheme, what other tricks are you thinking of?"