“I know. Your house is being renovated after the damage,” he replied matter-of-factly.
Renovated? That was news to me.
Before I could protest, he was already unloading my luggage and carrying it inside.
The villa was enormous, yet eerily devoid of servants. After showing me around, Howard headed to the kitchen to cook.
Having missed work for five days, I felt guilty about slacking off. After inhaling the meal he prepared, I forced myself to catch up on a project for my boss.
When I finally handed him the proposal, he frowned deeply as he read through it.
“Are you trying to write a novel?” he asked, his tone exasperated.
I clenched my fists, seething silently.
“Come here. I’m not going to eat you,” he added when he saw me take two cautious steps back.
As I stood frozen, he rubbed his temples with an air of resigned patience.
Sienna's POV
“This isn’t how you write a proposal.”
With Howard’s guidance, I ended up revising the document about ten times before his frown finally softened.
“Go rest for now; we’ll just continue tomorrow.”
He stood up and headed to the bathroom. Suddenly, his phone, lying unlocked on the table, buzzed with a new message.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I peeked at it. Seeing Lance’s name on the screen, I tapped it open after hesitating for a while.
[Lance: Uncle, how’s Sienna? Is she really mad at me? Why hasn’t she tried to contact me these past few days?]
[Howard: Why should she contact you? If you don’t like her, let her go!]
[Lance: Uncle, she’s been clinging to me and refusing to let go. I’m just trying to keep her from causing a scene. Can you help me manage her at my engagement party? As long as Sienna doesn’t disrupt things, I promise to focus on work afterward!]
Lance, a spoiled man, was promising to work hard just so I wouldn’t “cause trouble”?
Scrolling further up, I saw him asking Howard for money to handle the damage his fiancée, Maia, had done to my house. But Howard hadn’t given him a cent. Instead, he had asked for my hospital address.
So, Lance knew I was injured and hospitalized, yet he hadn’t bothered to visit me—not even once.
Driven by a bitter curiosity, I opened Lance’s social media. There, I found out that during my hospital stay, he had been busy with Maia—taking her to amusement parks, riding Ferris wheels, watching sunrises, trying on wedding gowns, and even proposing to her.