Chapter 63

Even though Josiah said that, he still walked closer and picked Sienna up in his arms. He didn’t forget to remind her, “Lean on me, don’t fall!”

Sienna quietly rested against his chest. He smiled with amusement. He found Sienna was being quite well-behaved. He carried her to the car and buckled her seatbelt.

Sienna opened her mouth, her voice hoarse. “What do you want to say?” Josiah narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you think I’m interfering too much and that you don’t need my help.”

“No,” Sienna paused and shook her head. She really didn’t think that way. She had been annoyed by him before, but to be fair, tonight he did save her and help her. She lowered her gaze, speaking slowly and softly. “Thank you so much.”

Suddenly, a spark of light flashed in Josiah’s eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. With a smile, he said, “Well, it seems you do have some good intentions. Alright, the doctor said you shouldn’t talk, so stop for now. I understand how you feel.”

He walked around the car, got in, and drove her home. In the next couple of days, Sienna wouldn’t be able to work. Henry approved a two-day leave for her.

The next day, Josiah first went to the nursing home to visit Miranda.

“Oh, you’re here? Perfect timing,” Miranda, concerned about Sienna’s boyfriend, immediately asked Josiah, “Have you found out anything? What kind of person is Sienna’s boyfriend?”

“Grandma,” Josiah’s expression was complex, a blend of relief and hidden irritation. “Don’t worry about it, it’s over.”

“Over?” Miranda was surprised. “Why is it over? Sienna said he was very good to her.”

“Good?” Josiah sneered dismissively. “He’s old enough to be her father! He’s got kids.”

“No way!” Miranda interrupted Josiah before he could finish, her expression serious as she firmly objected, “Sienna is being unreasonable. With her qualifications, how can she choose someone like that? She’s a girl from the Flynn family; surely suitors are not in short supply.”

Seeing that Miranda shared his opinion, Josiah felt quite pleased. “Exactly, I don’t agree either.”

“Alright,” Miranda advised. “Make sure you handle this well. Does Sienna listen to you? If not, should I talk to her?”

“No need,” Josiah reassured Miranda. “Just focus on recovering. Leave it to me. It’s all sorted out. They’ve already broken up.”

“Really?” Upon hearing this, Miranda sighed with relief. “That’s good. If Sienna listens to you, she’s not too naive after all.”

Josiah had no opinion on this. She was really stubborn. If he hadn’t used a bit of strategy, she would have certainly been headed for disaster.

“Josiah,” Miranda advised, “You handled this well. In the future, make sure to look after Sienna, just as you did this time.”

“Okay, Grandma.” After leaving the nursing home, Josiah drove to 12th Avenue, with a trunk full of items Miranda wanted to give to Sienna. This gave him a good reason to visit.

When there was a knock on the door, Sienna was making oatmeal. All day she’d been drinking it because her throat hurt so much that even swallowing was painful. She had no choice but to have this, and she couldn’t have too much, as it would be too thick to swallow.

Hearing the knock, she ran to open the door, puzzled to see Josiah carrying bags.

“Move aside!” Josiah said loudly as he walked in, placing the items on the shoe cabinet by the entrance. Seeing Sienna staring blankly, he frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sienna pointed at the things he brought.

“Grandma asked me to bring these over,” Josiah coughed awkwardly. “Otherwise, do you think I’d want to come to this dump? There’s not even a place to stand here.”

Saying this, he had already walked in and casually plopped himself down on the sofa, picked up a cup from the table, and drank.

Sienna wanted to stop him, but she was too late. He had already drunk from her cup.

As Josiah put down the cup, he realized what he had done, but he didn’t think he was wrong. Instead, he pointed at Sienna. “There aren’t any other cups. What do you expect me to drink from? You can’t expect me to come all the way here and not even have a sip of water, right?”

Sienna bowed her head and didn’t say a word.

“You…” Josiah was about to say more when there was another knock at the door. Both of them looked up at the same time, a bit puzzled about who it could be. Sienna went to open the door, and to her surprise, it was Ryan standing there. She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse. “Mr. Jones.”

Ryan smiled awkwardly, noticing the bandage on her neck; his expression darkened. “Sorry for causing you harm.”

Sienna covered her neck, shaking her head. She stepped aside, trying to invite Ryan in.

“No need,” Understanding her intention, Ryan shook his head with a smile. “I won’t come in. I just have a few words to say, and then I’ll leave.”

“Alright,” Sienna nodded blankly. She had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say. Their affair was never meant to be exposed. Now his daughter knew and had already caused a commotion. If they continued, his son would probably cause a scene.

“Sienna, I’m sorry,” Ryan’s voice was somewhat hoarse. “Regarding us—for now, let’s put it aside.”

Just as she expected. Sienna paused, her long lashes trembling slightly, and nodded. “Alright.” Actually, he didn’t need to make a special trip to tell her. In their kind of relationship, there was no question of him wronging her.

Although he couldn’t become her backer, Sienna still admired and respected Ryan, just like he did her. Sienna covered her throat and tried to speak, “It’s okay, I don’t blame you.”

“Sienna,” Ryan gazed deeply at her. The truth was, he still couldn’t bear to leave her. So, he attempted to suggest, “Why don’t you wait for me? Wait until the situation at my home calms down, and then we—”

“Oh, who do we have here?” Unexpectedly, a man walked out from inside. He was tall, at least a head taller than Ryan, and just standing there, he had an air of authority. Even without speaking, his presence was hard to ignore. Then, Ryan saw the man’s face clearly. He was shocked, unable to believe. “M-Mr. Flynn?”

“Yes,” Josiah gave a slight nod, a restrained polite smile on his lips. “Mr. Jones, we meet again.”

“You… He…” Ryan looked at Josiah and Sienna. “Are you two…?” He wondered why Josiah would be here. He once heard that Josiah had once supported Sienna at Maze; Josiah might be back at it again.

Josiah didn’t know what Ryan was thinking, nor did he care. He took a bag out of his pocket and tossed it to Ryan. “You’re right on time. Here’s your stuff back!”