My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 271

Zelda Gates hesitated, wanting to offer a few more words of comfort, but the look on her daughter's face made her swallow the advice.

Sienna was just as stubborn as her father; the more you pushed, the harder she pushed back.

Better let her cool off. Maybe she would come to her senses in a few days.

"Get some rest, I'll go make you some soup," Zelda said, patting Sienna's hand before stepping out of the room.

Once the door clicked shut, Sienna sat frozen on the bed for a long time.

Finally, she grabbed her phone, pulled up a number, and hit dial without a second thought.

It rang seven or eight times before a lazy voice answered.

"Well, if it isn't Sienna. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Melody, I need a favor," Sienna croaked, her voice raspy.

"What kind of favor?"

"I know you've been working with Sebastian Sullivan lately," Sienna kept her voice low. "I need some dirt on his company. You must have something, right?"

A heavy silence fell over the line.

"Sienna, what exactly are you trying to pull?" Melody Monroe's tone shifted, laced with sudden caution.

"Nothing," Sienna replied airily. "I just want to see what gives him the audacity to dump me."

Melody was quiet for a few seconds. "Sorry, but I can't help you with that."

"You—"

"Sienna, let me give you a piece of advice. Stop playing with fire." Melody cut her off, her tone dead serious. "Acting like this is only going to push Sebastian further away. If you really want him back, focus on fixing your own life first."

Melody had already heard the rumors about Sebastian and Yolanda Harrison.

In high society, there was no such thing as a secret.

Sienna scoffed inwardly. When did Melody become such a saint?

Back when she was obsessed with Lucian Langford, she didn't exactly shy away from playing dirty.

How could she preach from a high horse now?

Dressed in casual designer wear, he carried an air of reckless, cynical charm.

Passing girls couldn't help but steal second glances.

Landon ignored them, switching on his phone. The screen immediately lit up with a barrage of notifications.

Too lazy to scroll through them, he simply hailed a cab and gave the driver the address to the Langford family's private estate.

Back at the Riverside Manor living room.

Charlene Langford was sitting on the sofa, flipping aggressively through a portfolio of eligible socialites, her brow furrowed so deeply it could crush a fly.

"This Zeller girl has a decent face, but her family's background is too weak... This one's face is too long... This one's legs are too short..."

Lawrence Langford, sitting nearby with a newspaper, finally had enough and spoke up.

"Honey, the kid just stepped off a plane. You haven't even given him a chance to grab a glass of water, and you're already setting up blind dates. Aren't you rushing this?"

"Rushing?" Charlene slammed the portfolio onto the coffee table, her voice pitching up an octave. "Lawrence, do you have any sense of urgency at all? Seraphina's baby is due any day now. If Lucian has a son, how is our side of the family supposed to survive?"