Chapter 14

"You know, Dorothy has a rather weak personality. As long as we suppress public opinion, she will naturally give up on this relationship that doesn't belong to her."

The butler stood beside Brandon and gently consoled him.

Brandon snorted coldly, "Weak? She's not someone to be trifled with. You saw her performance in front of the media. She seemed so magnanimous, but to me, she looked like a lion ready to pounce."

"Mr. Brandon Percy, no matter how formidable Dorothy is, she can't surpass Ms. Stuart. Besides, apart from Mr. Russell Percy being attentive to Dorothy, she can't compare to Ms. Stuart in any other way."

"We just need to back Ms. Stuart, and Dorothy wouldn't dare do anything to her, right?"

"It's not the big things but the small ones that matter. You've heard the rumors spreading online these days about Dorothy and Russell's relationship. The dignity of the Percy Family is at stake!" Brandon's expression was very grim.

His gaze swept to the computer screen on the table, which was displaying photos of Dorothy and Russell entering a villa.

"Mr. Brandon Percy, as you said, these are just rumors. We can't control such things as we wish. Besides, Dorothy is a smart person. She would never publicly declare that her relationship with Mr. Russell Percy is fake. She can only choose to hide it."

"Once this matter is gradually covered up, we can take action. Ms. Stuart won't be wronged."

The butler, who had been with the Percy Family for many years, naturally knew the importance of Sienna in Brandon's heart.

It could be said that Sienna was the predetermined wife for Russell.

She and Russell grew up together, and their families were well-matched.

Hearing the butler's words, Brandon's heart gradually calmed down.

He was right. The most important thing now was to stabilize the Percy Family's stock price, not to provoke Dorothy at this critical moment. That would be foolish.

"You're right, but this matter still needs careful consideration," Brandon pondered.

"Mr. Brandon Percy, why go through so much trouble? Just block the news, and once the storm passes, Dorothy's reputation will be damaged. Mr. Russell Percy will see Dorothy's true colors."

The butler's words made Brandon fall into deep thought.

He knew this was the quickest and most reliable method, but if he really did this, it might hurt Sienna.

After all, in this relationship, the most wronged was the innocent Sienna.

He loved Sienna dearly and hoped she could marry Russell, even treating her like his own granddaughter. But that was just a hope, and now, Sienna hadn't contacted him.

For a moment, he couldn't guess her current situation.

Russell was so close to Dorothy, and he couldn't bear to let Sienna be innocently implicated because of this relationship.

"Alright, I'll think about this matter further," Brandon waved his hand, signaling the butler to leave.

Meanwhile, on the other side, I was casually flipping through entertainment news in the hospital room, full of ridicule as I watched Dorothy's self-directed farce.

I didn't know whether to admire Dorothy's intelligence or laugh at her stupidity.

Where did Dorothy get the courage to publicly reveal her relationship with Russell in front of the media?

Although she didn't say it explicitly, her hesitant expression said it all.

Everyone present was shrewd. Except for Russell, who was blinded, who couldn't understand her implied meaning?

Didn't she know how serious the consequences would be once this matter spread?

Yet she insisted on going her own way.

"Ms. Stuart, here are your test results." Lost in thought, the nurse entered the room and handed me the lab report.

"Thank you." I took it and looked at it carefully.

The diagnosis on the lab report was simple, saying my headache was due to fatigue.

Looking at this thin piece of paper, I suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable emotion.

This paper felt like a thousand-pound stone pressing on my chest.

What fatigue-induced headache?

It was just a cover.

If it were just a simple headache, why would my mother have red eyes and cry so bitterly?

But she didn't want to say, and I wouldn't force her.

I couldn't help but tighten my grip on the lab report, staring at it without blinking.

"Ms. Stuart, if there's nothing else, I'll leave now," the nurse said softly, observing my expression.

I nodded, "Okay, thank you."

After the nurse left the room.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a bit tired.

Staying in the hospital wasn't as pleasant as I had imagined. Every time I woke up, I saw those glaring white lights, those cold instruments, and heard those lifeless machines.

These things felt like death certificates, constantly reminding me.

I couldn't help but ask myself, should I give up?

But then I thought of Dorothy's happiness, her future.

My heart was filled with resentment.

Why should her happiness come at my expense?

Why?

What have I gained from all these years of effort?

"Sienna, it's time for breakfast."

My mother entered the room, carrying a thermos, and called me softly, her tone full of concern.

During my long hospital stay, my mother took care of everything herself. The chef at home prepared the meals, and she personally brought them to me.

It was this meticulous care that made me aware of the abnormality of my condition.

"Thank you, Mom." I took the porridge from her, speaking softly.

My mother was slightly taken aback and lowered her head, "Why are you being so polite with me? This is what a mother should do."

I smiled without saying anything.

"Sienna, this porridge was specially made for you. Eat it while it's hot," my mother urged, her tone full of warmth and affection.

I lowered my eyes slightly, a faint smile on my lips, "Mom, you really don't have to do this."

"Haven't you always liked sweets? So I had the chef make some dessert for you. After you finish the porridge, I'll feed you some dessert," my mother said with a warm and bright smile, looking so beautiful.

But I knew, deep down, my mother's heart was bitter.

Her smile was to reassure me, but I knew clearly that her heart was also filled with bitterness.

"Okay, I'll eat it now." I took a spoonful of the dessert and tasted it. It was quite good.

My mother's smile deepened.

"I have a meeting this morning. You rest first, and I'll come back at noon," my mother instructed, then turned and left the room.

Watching her back, my heart grew heavier.