Chapter 170

After sending both Amber and Winifred in, only then did Sienna return to her own room, refusing Amber’s request to sleep with her that night.

Lana and Reno had been waiting for quite some time. Sienna finally took off her coat, revealing the gruesome, terrifying wound on her back.

“Miss Enna, we failed our job," Lana and Reno said, their voices trembling.

Lana and Reno’s eyes turned red as they looked at the huge, ugly wound on her pale back. How much pain must she be in? they both thought, hearts aching for her.

Sienna sat down, her face unreadable, and Reno lit a cigarette for her. Her eyes were so darkened and intense, her presence was suffocating, pressing down on both of them.

The oppressive silence seemed to flicker with the cigarette’s glow in her hand.

Lana and Reno stood frozen, not daring to even breathe, just waiting for her to speak.

“Lana, some things just have to be handled in person, but I can’t get away right now. I need you to head to Pyreson. If anyone steps out of line, you know what to do – don’t bother keeping them around,” Sienna said coldly.

“Understood, Miss Enna,” Lana replied respectfully.

Reno hesitated, not sure how to bring it up, but Lana spoke first. “Miss Enna, we just got word from Meridia – they said unless you keep the Noir family name forever, Thorn Noir can’t be killed.”

Reno couldn’t help but grumble, “Seriously, they’ve got no shame. They can't bear to lose you, Miss Enna, so they’re dragging in some nobody like an ant. It’s not like you can split yourself in two….”

Lana cut her off before she could finish.

Reno immediately dropped to her knees. “Miss Enna, I spoke out of turn.”

“Pathetic clowns,” Sienna sneered. “Whether Thorn Noir stays or not is up to my adoptive parents – who are they to try and threaten me? If that’s how they want to play, then there’s no need to keep those people alive.”

“Understood, Miss Enna. Some idiot who doesn’t know their place has reached out to the Winslow family – looks like they’re trying to put pressure on you through them,” Lana reported.

“The Winslow family, huh! Got it. Tell Adrian Winslow to come see me tomorrow,” Sienna said coolly.

“Understood,” Lana nodded.

“Apply the medicine,” Sienna ordered, her voice cold and authoritative.

“Alright, Miss Enna. It might hurt a little, so please bear with it,” Lana replied gently.

Sienna didn’t even bat an eye, her face completely calm. “Draw up the contract – give the Bayer family a 70% cut. Reno, bring me my uncle's medical records tomorrow. And send a copy of Winifred’s medical files to Zane. Let him get familiar with the case. He’ll come help me out next.”

“Understood,” Lana nodded.

Winifred just couldn’t fall asleep – she wasn’t sure if it was excitement or something else. She decided to step out for a walk, only to spot Amber

making around, clutching her pillow tightly as she slipped out of her room.

Before Amber was about to knock on Sienna’s door, Winifred caught her by the wrists, stopping her in her tracks.

Amber jumped, her eyes going wide. Did she just show up out of nowhere? How does she walk without making a sound? Amber wondered, her.

“What are you doing?” Winifred demanded.

“What are you doing?” Amber said back, just as startled.

They both blurted out in unison, staring at each other, neither backing down.

“Why do you care what I’m doing, Winifred? You’d better know your place. This is my house – my house! Do you understand?” Amber puffed her chest proudly, acting all superior.

Winifred crossed her arms, a flash of disdain in her eyes as she glanced around. “I don’t see your name carved on any of these walls,” she said coolly.

“Hey!” Amber stomped her foot in frustration. She’s even worse than Vivian, she thought.

“Whatever. I’m done talking to you, I’m going to sleep with my sister now,” Amber huffed.

Winifred scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “So you’re just a little coward, huh! Get scared over the tiniest thing and can’t even sleep? Maybe you should just change your name to Coward Hart.”

“What did you just say?” Amber’s eyes blazed with anger. “This girl has no manners at all. Does she even know who the boss is around here? I have every right to throw her out of here!” she fumed.

“What? Too dumb and too chicken to even let me talk about it?” Winifred answered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.