After someone helped me to the hospital and I’d gotten my wounds treated, a string of unfamiliar text messages popped up on my phone.
[Sienna, consider this a warning. Stay away from Lance if you know what’s good for you. Don’t make me ruin your reputation in this city. By the way, all those handmade gifts you gave Lance? They’re dog toys now—literally. My dog plays with them. I only kept them because I felt bad for you. Otherwise, they’d be in the trash.]
The messages stung like a slap to the face.
No wonder Lance always dodged my questions about where my gifts went, claiming he had “stored them carefully.” Turns out they were in his fiancée’s dog’s mouth.
My heart sank as the realization hit me: In his eyes, my feelings were worth nothing.
Fine. If that’s how they wanted to play it, I wouldn’t hold back.
Without hesitation, I dialed the number of Lance’s uncle. “Sir, your nephew and his fiancée trashed my house and injured me. I'm now in the hospital. How are you going to settle this?”
There was silence on the other end of the line.
The thought of Howard Sharp’s icy face made me nervous, but he was the head of the Madron family. Ever since his grandfather adopted him and handed over the reins of the family business, his word had been law. Even Lance, the biological grandson, had to toe the line.
And as an employee of Apex Solutions Group, I had every right—both professionally and personally—to bring this to his attention.
“I’ll take care of it,” came his curt reply.
As such, the call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at my phone.
After a while, I figured Howard wasn’t planning to follow up. Frustrated, I lay on the hospital bed, cursing out every branch of Lance’s family tree in my head. Of course, I didn’t spare Howard from my rant either.
Sienna's POV
But as I thought about Howard's concern, my mind wandered to less innocent ideas.
"If that Skinflint dares to treat me like that jerk Lance, I swear I’ll marry him just to ruin his family for as long as I live!”
“Done ranting?”
The familiar voice made me freeze on the spot.
“S-sir? Why are you here in person?”
Ignoring the pain in my back, I scrambled to sit up, my guilt making it impossible to meet his eyes. Surely, he didn’t know I was calling him Skinflint, right?
Howard saw me wince and stepped closer to help.
“Didn’t you call me to handle the situation?”
Gripping his hand, I instantly broke into a cold sweat.