The Wrong Woman

Chapter 571

Daniel's Adam's apple bobbed as he searched for the right words, his voice husky and hesitant. "Sienna, if you're willing, I'll transfer all my shares from the family to you. My salary, savings from my insurance, a few properties, and some investment projects-"

But before Daniel could finish laying out his financial situation to express his sincerity, Sienna interrupted, "I appreciate your generosity, but I don't want to be kept as a mistress."

Daniel's fist tightened, silencing his words. He forced a bitter smile and lowered his head in silence.

Sienna's emotions churned within her. Drawing a deep breath, she gathered her courage and said, "Daniel, my family isn't wealthy, and I'm just a writer, struggling to earn a living through my online novels. But have my principles; I won't accept being kept."

His grip on his fist intensified, discomfort gnawing at him.

Exhaling softly, Sienna's voice lightened as she smiled gently. "I hope to find someone with shared values, to build a life together, raise a family, and live a simple life.

"Money isn't everything to me. Even when my father fell ill and we were buried in debt, I never considered selling myself or being kept. And I certainly won't now. "Thank you for your kindness, Daniel." Rising gracefully, Sienna bid her farewell. "Take care. I shall leave."

A darkness settled over Daniel's heart, mirroring his hollow eyes, heavy and oppressive. His clenched fist ached with the intensity of his emotions.

He simply wanted her by his side. How had things come to this?

It was Sienna who first mentioned being kept. The allure of the word had blinded him to its implications, and he had eagerly grasped at the opportunity.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

He wanted to care for her, to be with her, but not in such a superficial way.

When Daniel snapped back to reality, the sound of the door closing echoed in his ears.

Panicking, he leaped to his feet, knocking into the coffee table with his knee. Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly moved forward.

"Sienna!" Daniel's cried out, "Sienna-" But he stumbled into a couch ahead and almost fell.

With his hand blindly reaching out, eyes brimming with tears, and heart aching, Daniel called out, "Sienna!"

But there was no response from beyond the door.

She was gone.

Daniel swiftly reached for his phone in his pocket, urgency coloring his voice as he commanded, "Hey Siri, call Chubs."

The phone's voice assistant promptly replied, "Sure, dialing Chubs' number now."

Almost instantly, Daniel intervened, "Siri, cancel the call."

"Understood, the call has been canceled."

Dismissing his phone onto the couch, Danjel made his way over and sank into it. He placed a hand over his forehead and closed his eyes, @cloud of desolation settling over him, his smile edged with bitterness.

If Sienna wasn't swayed by money,

what could he offer her? His longit inter seemed to have tipped him

for

into recklessness.

As a blind man, where did he summon the audacity to even consider marrying her?

As the night grew deeper, Mila lay restlessly in bed, sleep eluding her. Nathan, who had promised an early return, was absent, leaving behind only a brief message. S

"Chubs, I got an urgent mission. I'll be back late. Rest and don't wait for me."

Worry gnawed at Mila. His mention of an urgent mission was unusual. She wondered how critical could it be.

Yielding to her concern, she texted, "Any news about my grandfather?"