The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 311 - 312: Mrs. Phillips demands "Princess Tears"

The Phillips family would never allow Noah to marry out. Furthermore, Adrian clung to Sienna desperately, unwilling to let her go. So many obstacles, like a deep, insurmountable chasm, lay between her and Noah. She had neither the confidence nor the courage to break through those layers of resistance to be with him. She and Noah were destined to be star-crossed.

She opened the bottom drawer on her right and took out a small photo album, filled entirely with pictures of a little her and a little Noah.

There were only sixteen photos in total. Back then, taking a photo wasn’t easy.

"Drew..." Her fingertip traced the image of the little boy in the photo. She smiled, then took a deep breath and summoned the courage to dial his number. There were some things she simply had to face.

BUZZ... BUZZ... The phone rang many times, but no one answered.

Is he very busy?

Sienna only tried calling once. If Noah was busy, she didn’t want to disturb him. If he saw her missed call, he would call back when he wasn’t busy.

Sienna had just hung up when the clingy Adrian called. She was genuinely starting to feel a bit wary of this man.

"Hello..."

"I’m downstairs. When are you getting off work?"

Sienna asked in surprise, "Why were you discharged?"

"I got fed up with staying there!"

"Adrian, can you please not be so willful?"

"I’m not as fragile as you think. It’s just a knife wound on my leg, that’s all," Adrian said nonchalantly.

"I’ll be right down. Don’t wander off."

"Mm."

Sienna packed her things, stuffing a project proposal into her large bag, planning to continue reviewing it at home. Just as she was about to leave, her phone suddenly rang. Assuming it was Adrian, Sienna said impatiently, "I’m coming down now, don’t be so impatient."

"May I speak with Miss Johnson, please?"

It was a pleasant female voice. Sienna paused, trying to place it, but she couldn’t recall anyone she knew with that voice.

"I am Noah’s mother," the woman said.

Sienna froze. Why would Noah’s mother be calling me?

Could it be because Noah had a showdown with the Phillips family, telling them about their relationship? Sienna’s heart began to race.

"Hello, Mrs. Phillips," Sienna greeted.

"I’m calling you to talk about my son Noah."

"Please go ahead." Sienna sat back down, her full attention on Mrs. Phillips’ words. Since Mrs. Phillips was calling her, Noah must have gone back and told them.

Facing Mrs. Phillips, Sienna felt surprisingly apprehensive, the kind of awkwardness an unlovely bride might feel when meeting her in-laws for the first time.

"Noah told us about the two of you..."

Mrs. Phillips’ voice was very pleasant, gentle and soft. Although Sienna had never met her, a woman who could raise a son like Noah couldn’t be ordinary.

"I’m sorry..." After considering many possible responses, these were the words that finally came out.

"Noah told us he wanted to marry into your family, and his grandfather had him locked up as a result. That child is incredibly stubborn; he’s even refusing to eat or drink and is giving us the silent treatment," Mrs. Phillips recounted calmly, her voice devoid of anger or blame, filled only with heartache and regret.

"..."

"I’m calling to ask you to let Noah go."

Sienna’s shoulders slumped.

"Let alone marrying into your family, even if you were to marry into ours, the Phillips family cannot accept a woman who already has a child."

These words felt like a slap across Sienna’s face, shattering her foolish fantasies. She replied, "Mrs. Phillips, I understand what you mean. Please trouble yourself to tell President Phillips that I’m getting engaged. When the time comes, he should remember to give me a large red envelope."

With that, the Phillips family should feel reassured, Sienna thought.

"No wonder Noah likes you so much. You’re indeed an intelligent woman," Mrs. Phillips said, her voice becoming a bit more cheerful, seeing Sienna’s cooperative attitude.

"Mrs. Phillips, my fiancé is waiting for me downstairs. If there is nothing else, I must hang up." For Sienna, this was not an enjoyable conversation. Sienna was proud and aloof by nature; it was only out of consideration for Noah that she refrained from lashing out.

She respected Noah, and by extension, those connected to him.

"Miss Johnson, did you receive a diamond necklace called ’Princess Tears’ on your 22nd birthday?" asked Mrs. Phillips.

"Yes." Sienna didn’t know why Mrs. Phillips was asking this.

"It’s like this: that diamond necklace was left behind by Noah’s grandmother. It’s our family heirloom, intended to be given to Noah’s future wife when he marries. I know that what’s given is yours, but do you think you could possibly return it? We would exchange it for another diamond necklace of equivalent value," Mrs. Phillips said, clearly embarrassed. After all, asking for a gift back was hardly a dignified thing to do.

Mrs. Phillips felt awkward, but Sienna felt as if she’d been slapped across the face again. Her cheeks burned; this was even more humiliating than learning the Phillips family couldn’t accept her as a daughter-in-law.

"...Our Old Master and Old Madam shared a very deep love, and that diamond necklace holds a great deal of sentimental value for the Old Master. We hope, Miss Johnson, that you can understand our position."

Sienna couldn’t bear to listen any longer. She said, "I left it at home; I’ll have to go back and look for it. Give me an address, and I’ll mail it back to you."

"That necklace is too valuable. I’ll arrange for someone to retrieve it. When you find it, just call me at this number."

"Okay. Mrs. Phillips, is there anything else?"

"No, that’s all."

"Then I have an appointment, so I need to hang up now."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

They both hung up simultaneously. The office fell remarkably silent. Sienna sat there, stunned, her expression somewhat vacant. No wonder Noah’s phone has been unreachable. So he was locked up by his family. These methods of forcibly separating lovers are all pretty much the same, she thought.

Sienna’s last shred of hope died.

Adrian called again. Sienna gathered her composure and answered, "Sorry, I was just on a call with a client, which held me up. I’m coming down right now."

Adrian responded with a simple "Mm" and hung up.

Sienna knew Adrian wasn’t a patient man, so she quickly hung up and hurried downstairs.

Adrian’s black car was parked by the roadside. As Sienna walked over, the car door opened. Adrian was sitting inside, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Sienna got into the car and sat beside him. Seeing his leg, she chided, "What’s wrong with you? Didn’t the doctor say you needed to stay in the hospital for a month? What if your wound reopens?"

Adrian was acting very strangely today; there was even a clear look of anger on his face. What on earth did I do to make him angry? Sienna wondered.

"What’s wrong? Are you upset?"