Chapter 84

“Miranda,” Sienna’s face showed no happiness. Shaking her head, she said, “I… don’t like him anymore.”

Miranda was taken aback. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard this; Sienna had mentioned it when requesting a divorce at the rehab center. However, Miranda sensed underlying concerns. “Sienna, are you worried?”

Miranda asked, “Are you worried he’ll ignore you like before? He won’t. This time is different; it’s his decision, not Grandma’s. He’s determined; once he decides something, nothing changes his mind.”

Sienna believed those words. When Howard had his accident, Josiah had sworn at Howard’s bedside that Yvette would be his responsibility. He did just that, yet Sienna still couldn't agree.

“Miranda, this isn’t what I’m worried about,” Sienna shook her head.

“Then what are you worried about?” Miranda asked.

“Miranda,” Sienna curled her lips bitterly. She’d already said this, but she had no choice but to repeat it. “I really don’t like him anymore.”

Miranda was stunned, momentarily speechless. If it were just once or twice, one might assume Sienna was being vain, afraid of rejection, and saying things she didn't mean. But now…

Josiah had already shown he wanted to cancel the divorce. If she still had feelings, she should just go through with it and play the role of Mrs. Flynn, shouldn’t she? Miranda thought.

Unbelieving, Miranda asked, “Sienna, are you sure?”

“Yes, I am,” Sienna nodded.

“How could it be?” Miranda was puzzled. “You’ve liked him since you were fifteen.” Everyone in the Flynn family knew of Sienna’s long-held affection for Josiah.

“Yeah,” Sienna chuckled, shaking her head gently. “But, Miranda, no matter how much I liked him, it all faded away during those four years.”

Hearing this, Miranda gasped. But Sienna laughed. “Looking back, maybe I didn’t really like him. I was too young and naive. You always mentioned wanting me as your granddaughter-in-law, so I naturally thought I liked him.”

“Sienna…” Miranda paled, realizing Sienna was denying all her past feelings.

“So, Miranda,” Sienna took a deep breath, pressing her lips together. “Divorce is the only path for us, and it’s the right one.”

With the conversation reaching this point, further discussion seemed pointless. Miranda conceded, “I understand what you’re saying.” She gently smoothed Sienna’s hair. “Don’t worry. Even though Grandma spoke in his favor, that’s all there is to it.”

Sienna was surprised. “Miranda?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Miranda smiled softly and pinched her cheek. “As your grandma, I hope your future life will go well and smoothly. I mean it.”

Sienna’s nose tingled with emotion. “Thank you, Miranda.”

“Silly child, what’s there to thank?” Miranda released her. “Go check the kitchen to see if breakfast is ready.”

“Okay, sure,” Sienna stood and headed to the kitchen.

As Sienna left, Miranda’s face grew serious. “You can come out now.”

The balcony curtain was quickly pulled aside as Josiah stepped out. He had been awake for a while. Miranda and Josiah had agreed that Miranda would mediate, but she was only willing to help him this once. She feared things might get complicated later, so she decided to let him hear it for himself; good or bad, he would have to accept it.

Miranda looked at her grandson. “Did you hear everything?”

“Yeah,” Josiah’s handsome face remained expressionless.

Miranda sighed deeply. “It’s good you’ve heard it. Just let it go, alright?”

“Miranda,” Josiah’s hand clenched; his brows furrowed. “I can’t let it go.”

“What?” Miranda was stunned, glaring at her grandson. “What are you planning to do? We agreed on this! Besides, you heard what Sienna said; she doesn’t like you anymore! Forcing things never works out well, don’t you know?”

Back then, he reluctantly married Sienna. And what happened? Were they happy? Miranda thought.

Mentioning the past, Josiah’s expression grew somber, a chilling aura surrounding him. Miranda pulled him, shaking her head. “Listen to Grandma; this won’t work! Don’t push her.”

Seeing Miranda so tense, Josiah laughed. “Miranda, why are you worried I won’t hurt her?” How could I bear to hurt the woman I want? he thought.

“That’s good,” Miranda sighed in relief. “Sienna is a good girl. The more I see her, the more I like her.”

Josiah curled his lips and nodded. “Yeah, she is.”

Breakfast was served, but Miranda was absent. “Where’s Miranda?” Sienna had to give Josiah his portion first.

Josiah pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of coffee. “Miranda said she wasn’t feeling well and went back upstairs. Linda will bring her breakfast later.”

“Oh,” Sienna nodded, puzzled. “Miranda seemed okay just now. Maybe she’s still weak from her recent illness.”

The two sat facing each other. Sienna had something on her mind, wondering how to talk to him.

“Um…” As soon as she opened her mouth, Josiah reached out an arm.

“What?” Sienna blinked, confused.

A low chuckle came from Josiah. “Can’t see it! Isn’t this how you like to eat it? Open your mouth.”

Sienna looked down at what Josiah held—a baguette dipped in creamy mushroom soup. Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes, I did like eating it this way back when I was with the Flynn family,” Sienna was dazed. How does he even know?

“Come on, open your mouth.” Seeing her hesitate, Josiah frowned and urged. “My arm is getting sore.”

“Uh…” Sienna really couldn’t let him feed her, so she waved her hand. “No need, I’ll do it myself…”

“Hurry up,” Josiah’s expression turned stern. “Just do what I say!”

Hearing the commotion from the kitchen, Linda shook her head. Mr. Flynn, you’re all grown up, yet you still don’t know how to chase a girl! Being so gruff, which girl would like that?

Left with no other choice, Sienna clenched her hands and opened her mouth. It was such a big piece that it filled her mouth completely.

“Too much?” Josiah noticed and humbly said, “Got it. I’ll make it smaller next time.” While watching Sienna’s mouth, he thought, Her mouth is really small; that saying about cherry-like lips must be about Sienna.

Sienna finally managed to chew and swallow. “Josiah, about my return to Maze…”

“Ah, open your mouth.” The second piece of bread was brought to her lips. Josiah looked at her and said, “This time I cut it into smaller pieces.”

Reluctantly, Sienna opened her mouth again.

“Sienna, I will treat you well from now on,” Josiah said sincerely.