Chapter 677
Thea pursed her lips. “That’s not hard to guess. Even though I don’t know medicine, seeing Silas panic to that extent p>
She paused, her gaze resting on Sienna’s profile. “Besides, you just revealed your true identity. Everyone in that room knows what you’re capable of.
“Plus, the new drug you developed is making waves, and its efficacy is universally recognized.
“As long as those two brothers have half a brain, there’s no way they’d let you walk away p>
Sienna smiled faintly but didn’t respond.
Thea truly lived up to her reputation as a top-tier lawyer; her logical deduction was flawless.
Sienna reached out and pressed the elevator button. Watching the glowing numbers, she spoke calmly.
“If I stay, I’ll be pulled into things against my will. I refuse to get tangled up in the Sterlings’ mess again p>
Standing beside her, Thea watched Sienna’s blank expression reflected in the elevator’s metal doors and suddenly dropped the subject.
Having worked as a lawyer for over a decade, she had a built-in compass for what advice to offer and when to keep her mouth shut.
‘Don’t judge someone’s choices until you’ve lived their pain’ wasn’t just an empty proverb to her—it was a professional instinct.
Over the years, Sienna had been trapped in the suffocating grip of the Sterling family.
No one truly understood the grievances she had swallowed or the cold betrayals she had endured, and no one had the right to tell her to just ‘let it go p>
Any further words of comfort would only seem hollow and unnecessary right now.
When the elevator doors chimed open, Thea simply turned slightly to let Sienna step in first, casually changing the subject.
“Aren’t you supposed to give the patriarch his acupuncture today? Want me to drop you off p>
Sienna stepped into the elevator and hit the lobby button. “No, I need to head back to the hospital first.
“I have an appointment with Dr. Clayton to go over the precautions for the patriarch’s medication.
“There’s some data I need to compile. Just drop me at the hospital p>
“Alright,” Thea nodded, leaving it at that.
The elevator descended smoothly, taking them straight to the underground parking garage.
Thea pulled her car out of the spot, the engine purring softly as she drove steadily toward the hospital.
By seven that evening, twilight had begun to fall.
After organizing all her files and packing her things, Sienna drove to Sterling Manor.
On the way, she checked her phone. Dr. Clayton had already sent a message.
He informed her that he had arrived early and was waiting in the patriarch’s bedroom to brief her on the treatment plan.
The manor’s courtyard was perfectly still.
Familiar with the layout, Sienna headed upstairs and gently pushed open the wooden door to the patriarch’s bedroom.
The room was pristine and elegant, but Dr. Clayton was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, standing beside the patriarch’s bed was a strange man wearing rimless glasses.
The man was bent over, placing something into a case beside the bed.
The patriarch was still unconscious, his sleeve rolled halfway up his arm.
This was the scene Sienna walked into.
Warning bells blared in her head, and she instinctively opened her mouth to shout for security. “Some p>
Before the first word fully left her lips.
She caught sight of a tall, imposing figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The evening breeze drifted through the half-open window, softly rustling the hem of his coat. The atmosphere was incredibly quiet, yet distinctly eerie.
Sienna stopped in her tracks, a flash of undeniable surprise crossing her eyes.
The man seemed to have already anticipated her arrival. Hearing her gasp, he slowly turned around.
His strikingly handsome, almost delicate features came into view, a fant smile playing on his lips. His voice was smooth and refined.
“You’re here p>
Sienna stood at the doorway, her fingertips still gripping the wood.
When she recognized Marcus turning away from the window, her brow furrowed slightly.
He was dressed in sharply tailored, dark casual wear, his posture immaculate, his features sharp yet elegant.
That imperceptible smile still hovered at the corners of his mouth.
It was so subtle that it was impossible to tell how much of it was genuine and how much was a mask.