Chapter 330

“Andy,” Josiah murmured softly.

“Yeah,” Howard nodded. During the days Josiah was unconscious, Howard certainly wasn't idle. The person who tampered with Josiah's car was… However, before Howard could act against Lorenzo, Andy had already sent him abroad.

“What’s Andy’s plan? What does he intend to do?” Josiah furrowed his brow, puzzled.

“I’m not sure,” Howard shook his head, mirroring Josiah’s confusion. After a brief silence, he sighed. “The Evans family now only has Logan left. Andy’s son, alive and well in Jacarity, is the only one remaining.”

Howard walked out just as Sienna finished a call. He nodded calmly. “Sienna, thank you for your hard work these days.”

Sienna smiled, neither effusive nor dismissive. From inside, Josiah’s voice called, “Sienna…”

Howard frowned. “Please take care of Josiah for me. I’ve got to go.”

“Take care, Howard.” After seeing him off, Sienna slowly opened the door to the inner room. Josiah looked at her with a slight grievance. “Sienna, didn’t you hear me calling? I thought you’d left.”

Sienna replied, “Why were you calling me?”

“I’m thirsty. I need some water,” Josiah said.

“Alright,” Sienna nodded pleasantly and fetched him some water. “Just a sec.” She returned, handing him the glass. “Here you go.”

“My hands feel weak,” Josiah pouted, unable to lift his hand.

Sienna paused, studying him. “Are you pretending? You seemed pretty strong when you were chasing me.”

“Wasn’t I just agitated?” Josiah argued defensively. “Didn’t the doctor say I’m still weak and need rest?” He pointed to his head. “I did have brain surgery!”

Feeling wronged, he complained, “Wasn’t it a minor surgery?” His short hair, shaved off because of the surgery, didn’t diminish his good looks. Noticing the bandage, Sienna relented, holding the cup to his lips. “Have a drink.”

Josiah was satisfied and took a couple of sips. “The water tastes sweeter when you give it to me.” Sienna quickly pressed the cup to his lips. “Drink up.” Josiah nearly choked, blinking innocently.

That afternoon, Josiah had a follow-up check for his brain CT and MRI, but the results wouldn't be available for a couple of days. The night passed without incident. The next morning, Josiah attended his early treatment.

Sienna discussed with Josiah. “You seem pretty stable. I was thinking of going out this afternoon and returning tomorrow.”

Josiah’s eyes darkened. “You’re leaving? I’m not better yet.”

Sienna’s eyelashes fluttered. “I haven’t been back to Sunshine Neighborhood for days, Joyce misses me. Besides, today’s my follow-up at the medical center.”

“Okay, right,” Josiah conceded. “Then wait for me to finish my treatment, I’ll go with you.”

Sienna frowned. “No need. You’re too weak; you should just rest.”

He started to protest, but Sienna glared at him. “I’m not doing this for you; it’s for Joyce—being a parent means putting Joyce first.” Josiah was speechless.

By afternoon, Sienna packed her things, glanced at Josiah, and said calmly, “I’m leaving.”

Josiah nodded with a smile. “Okay, Zach has arranged the car. You can wait downstairs.”

“I got it.”

As soon as Sienna left, Josiah promptly got out of bed. Downstairs, she found the car Zach had described. She asked, “Excuse me, did Zach send you?”

“Yes, please get in,” the driver replied. He wore a black hoodie, baseball cap, and mask, his voice muffled.

Sienna got in. As the car drove away, she looked into the driver’s eyes through the rearview mirror, feeling a sudden chill. Unsure, she asked, “Josiah…?” Those eyes widened in the mirror.

“You recognized me?” Josiah asked, removing his disguise and grinning. “Can’t hide my good looks, can I?”

Sienna’s face darkened. “Do you think I’m joking with you?”

Seeing her displeasure, Josiah admitted, “Don’t get mad. I’m genuinely fine now. The doctor said I’m weaker than before, but I’m doing better than most.”

Sienna turned away, refusing to speak. Why bother? she thought. They went to a traditional healer for Sienna’s medicine, then returned to Sunshine Neighborhood, Sienna ignoring Josiah completely.

Josiah felt scared. Near Sunshine Neighborhood, he pulled over. “Sienna, hold on a second.”

She watched him run to the roadside, returning with candied fruit. Back in the car, he handed some to Sienna. “I wanted to get you hawthorn candies, but they were sold out. I thought you’d like these too.”

Sienna laughed. What’s this about? Is he treating me like a child?

“Come on, eat up. I bought two, one for you, and one for Joyce,” Josiah said.

Sienna hesitated. Josiah added, “If you don’t eat it, Joyce will want both, and she’s too young to eat that much.”

Sienna accepted, biting into it forcefully. Josiah chuckled and drove back. Once parked, he said, “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Sienna declined. Josiah interrupted, eyes fixed on her lips. “Sienna, you’ve got some sugar there.”

She raised her hand to touch her face. Josiah lifted his hand toward her cheek, then changed his mind, supporting her chin and leaning down, gently kissing the sugar from the corner of her mouth.

Josiah murmured, “So sweet. I mean the candy and you.”

Nearby, a young voice chirped, “Mommy? Mr. Flynn? Are you kissing?”