Chapter 4 When Did You Meet Ethan?
What kind of relationship? Probably siblings, but is there any need to explain that to an outsider?
Ethan crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced between Gabriel and Sienna like he was watching a show. “Mr. McKenzie, didn’t you already divorce your wife? Why are you still so invested in her personal life? I always thought Ms. Sienna was your girlfriend, but it turns out you have one outside and one at home. Mr. McKenzie, when it comes to being a playboy, I have to hand it to you. You win.”
No wonder Eleanor brought the divorce papers straight to a bar. With a husband that is unfaithful, who could blame her for losing patience? Gabriel, you’d better hope Eleanor isn’t my sister. Because if she is, the entire Xander family will make you pay!
Ethan never actually answered his question.
This time, Gabriel didn’t stop him.
Ethan, who usually didn’t bother standing up for anyone, was genuinely angry.
“Gabe, I’ve never seen Ethan defend a woman like this before,” Sienna said, both flustered and aggrieved.
Ethan, taking Eleanor’s side? When did they get close? And why haven’t I heard a single rumor about it?
Gabriel’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze turning icy.
The seed of doubt had been planted. Now, it only needed time to take root.
After leaving the bar, Eleanor returned to the house Margaret had lived in.
Margaret’s last wish had been for her to find her family. She had said that even if Eleanor’s parents weren’t good people, having a sibling would still mean she had someone to rely on.
Margaret had lived her whole life without children or family. She had placed all her hopes on Eleanor, scrimping and saving to raise her. But before she could enjoy any comfort, she had passed away.
“Grandma, I will get justice for you.”
Even if Sienna was a towering tree, Eleanor would find a way to bring her down.
She searched through the house all night but couldn’t find the box Margaret had mentioned, the one that held the truth about her origins.
Early the next morning, Gabriel called. “Where are you?”
“Do you need something?” Her voice was colder than ever.
“Come home. We need to talk.”
“That’s not my home.” She glanced at the dimming sky, her throat tightening. “If there’s something you want to say, just say it over the phone.”
“When did you meet Ethan?” His voice was direct. “Are you divorcing me to be with him?”
Ethan?
The name sounded familiar to her.
Then it clicked. He was the third son of the Xander family.
Eleanor didn’t understand how Gabriel had come to that conclusion, but since the divorce papers were already signed, she had no interest in clearing up his misunderstanding.
“Gabriel, we’ve signed the divorce papers. I hope you’ll stop meddling in my affairs.”
“We signed them, but we’re not divorced yet,” Gabriel said, his voice chilling. “Didn’t you say Sienna harmed your grandma? I found the caretaker.”
The caretaker is at the McKenzie Residence?
Eleanor’s grip on her phone tightened.
After that day, she had tried everything to contact the caretaker but had found no trace of her. She never expected Gabriel to track her down.
“Alright. I’ll be there soon.”
If they wanted the truth, she would give them the truth.
When Eleanor arrived at the McKenzie Residence she didn’t see the caretaker. Instead, she saw Sienna sitting leisurely at the dining table, enjoying breakfast.
Sienna dined gracefully while Zelda bustled around serving her. Anyone who didn’t know better would assume she was the lady of the house.
Eleanor’s gaze fell on the seat Sienna occupied. It was hers. The best spot by the window, where the air was fresh, the light was warm, and the view of the lake stretched far into the distance. Now, another woman had taken it.
“Mrs. McKenzie…” Zelda hesitated, looking embarrassed.
“Oh, you’re here?” Sienna smiled, all innocence. “I didn’t have breakfast prepared for you. You don’t mind, do you?”
It was only then that Eleanor noticed that the table was set with nothing but light, delicate dishes, all clearly meant for Sienna.
Adapting to the situation was human nature. Let alone someone like Zelda, whose paycheck came from the McKenzie family.
Eleanor’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Ms. Sienna is, after all, a guest. Zelda, it’s your duty to entertain guests.”
This word “guest” was both a sarcasm and a reminder.
However, Sienna didn’t mind, grinning as she said, “Right now I’m a guest, but soon I’ll become the lady of the house.”
“That depends on whether I want to leave. If I don’t want to, you can never become the lady,” Eleanor said. As she spoke, she suddenly realized that this idea was actually quite good.
If she left happily, she would help these two b*stards get together.
If Margaret hadn’t been harmed, she would have withdrawn. But since Sienna killed Margaret, staying instead would allow her to take revenge on Sienna.
As expected, as soon as the words left her mouth, Sienna’s expression changed. “What do you want to do?”
“I just think it wouldn’t be bad for you to always be the mistress.”
Always being the mistress meant all her efforts had been in vain!
Sienna absolutely couldn’t allow such a thing to happen.
“Eleanor, if it weren’t for Gabe, you wouldn’t even have the right to speak to me here.” Thinking of Gabriel’s warning, Sienna was so angry that she scratched her palm.
Gabriel had told her that Eleanor had been his wife for a few years, and while she had no merit, she had suffered. He asked her not to go too far.
But if she pushed Eleanor to the extreme, there was no telling what outrageous things she might do.
“You’re really pathetic. Gabe doesn’t love you anymore, and you still cling to him.”
Sienna’s words were like a sharp sword, accurately stabbing at Eleanor’s heart.
Eleanor smiled but said nothing.
There was no love, nor was there any lack of it. Gabriel had never loved her, from the beginning to the end.
“Ms. Sienna, the most shameless one is the one who interferes with others’ relationships.”
“You’re talking nonsense!” Sienna angrily rushed forward, reaching for her face, but Eleanor quickly dodged.
Sienna couldn’t stop in time and went crashing forward.
There was a fish tank in front.
With a bang, the glass shattered everywhere.
Time froze.
Then, a heart-wrenching scream echoed through the house.
Sienna’s hand had been cut deeply, blood pouring out.
“My hand! My hand hurts!” Sienna was stunned.
She was a jewelry designer, and her hands were the most important part of her career. The Sullivan family even insured her hands.
But now, a terrifying gash ran from the back of her hand all the way to her palm.
“Eleanor, I’m going to kill you!” At that moment, Sienna couldn’t feel the pain, only wanting Eleanor to experience the same agony.
She grabbed a long piece of glass and charged at Eleanor, determined to slash her face.
At that moment, a shadow blocked in front of Eleanor. The person reached out, catching the shard.
Blood flowed from the glass.
“Gabe!”
“Gabriel!” Eleanor froze.
Sienna stood stunned.
Gabriel’s hand, oddly enough, had the same wound in the same spot.
“Gabe, why are you protecting her?” Sienna collapsed.
Gabriel didn’t answer. He glanced at her bleeding hand, frowned, and said to the maid standing by, “Go get Dr. Liam.”
Liam Clarkson was the McKenzie family’s doctor, living next to McKenzie Residence.
Eleanor ran to the side, grabbed a first-aid kit, and walked toward Gabriel with disinfectants. In a fit of anger, Sienna shoved her hard.
“Get lost! It’s all your fault! Now both Gabe and I are injured because of you.”
Eleanor stood still, staring at Gabriel. “I didn’t mean to.”
