Chapter 38

“Get out of the way!” Josiah was about to push past Henry when he noticed the girl had turned to look at him. She lifted her hand and touched her mask.

Josiah froze. Was she about to take it off?

But she didn’t. Instead, she gave a playful laugh— “Haha…”—and darted away.

Josiah stood there, amused and exasperated. Was she teasing him? He had to admit, she was good at it! A simple gesture had ignited his curiosity, easing his anxiety.

Interesting. Maybe he should wait a bit longer. He was keen to discover what kind of face was hidden behind that mask—whether it was worth his time and money.

“Mr. Flynn!” Seeing Josiah’s dazed expression, Henry raised his hand and waved it before him. “Are you okay? Did you have too much to drink? Do you need my help?”

“Enough,” Josiah snapped back to reality, patting Henry on the shoulder. “Stop with the formalities. I’m giving her a chance. Since she doesn’t want to, I’ll just wait a bit longer.”

“Got it!” Henry chimed in, his tone overly flattering. “You really are understanding.”

Once Josiah left, Henry immediately sought out Sienna. “Sienna, you saw that guy, right? That’s your sponsor!”

Henry chattered on, “I told you, he’s not just anyone. He’s rich and handsome! With him backing you up, what’s there to worry about?”

There were things he couldn’t say just yet. The final reward for the Dance Queen Competition was a toast, but what came after that?

Many girls in Jelacrity found powerful figures, but Sienna didn’t have such a plan yet. She smiled while internally sighing, realizing Henry was likely to be disappointed.

During the day, Sienna arrived at the sanatorium. Miranda still couldn’t bathe, so Sienna came daily to help her wash and change her clothes. Although the caregivers could manage, Miranda felt much more comfortable and relaxed with Sienna’s help.

“Thanks for your hard work, Sienna,” Miranda said, putting on a fresh outfit, looking bright and refreshed. She patted Sienna’s hand. “Look at you, your face looks so tired and thin.”

“No, it’s not that,” Sienna shook her head with a smile. “I’ve always been this skinny.”

As they spoke, she picked up the dirty clothes to take them to the caregivers. “I’ll give these to the staff.”

“Okay,” Miranda replied.

Just as Sienna stepped outside, her phone rang on the bedside table. Miranda glanced at it, noticing the name flashing: Mr. Hardin.

“Mr. Hardin? Could it be Gilbert Hardin? He’s that famous attorney in Jelacrity and also the legal consultant for the Flynn Group. How does Sienna know him? Gilbert doesn’t take on just any case. Is Sienna in some kind of trouble? Why doesn’t she tell me anything?” Miranda thought, puzzled.

At the same time, Miranda couldn’t understand why Sienna, who had no family and relied on the Flynn family, would have serious problems. With so many questions swirling, Miranda made a quick decision, picked up the phone, and answered.

“Hello, Sienna. I wanted to ask when you would have some time. The divorce agreement has been sitting with me for a while now. The asset transfers and future support arrangements all need your signature to proceed,” Gilbert said.

Miranda listened quietly, her expression darkening.

“Hello, Sienna, are you there?” Gilbert asked.

Without a word, Miranda decisively hung up the phone. Then, she picked up her own phone and dialed Josiah’s number.