The Night I Left, He Turned Grey

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Sean Sinclair Searches Everywhere for Leila Jennings

"Who said we’re divorced?" Sean Sinclair’s expression soured instantly. He guessed Sarah had lied to Julian Grant, but he didn’t expose her.

"Counselor Grant, our discussion about Sarah is over. Please leave!"

"When it comes to Sarah, I know exactly what to say."

"Charles Jordan." Sean Sinclair called for his assistant.

Julian Grant was escorted out.

Julian Grant was annoyed by Sean Sinclair’s rudeness, and he felt it was all for nothing on Sarah Lynch’s part.

Sean Sinclair obviously cared a great deal about his wife, yet Sarah still refused to let him go.

’She’s being completely led on by Sean Sinclair.’

’However, Sean Sinclair’s reaction just now made him wonder... did my assistant get it wrong?’

This time, his assistant sent a screenshot of the information from the system.

The system showed that the two were divorced. It had to be final.

’Sean Sinclair doesn’t know?’

Sean Sinclair, who had been kept in the dark this whole time, now only wanted to find Leila Jennings.

The issue at the company was resolved, and the matter with Sarah was handled. He finally had time to go explain things to Leila Jennings.

Sean Sinclair grabbed his jacket and left the office. He didn’t let Charles Jordan follow, nor did he call for his driver.

He raced his car all the way to The Thorne Residence. The security guards couldn’t stop him and were on the verge of calling the police.

In the end, Butler Duncan came out and motioned for the guards to stand down.

"President Sinclair, what do you think you’re doing?" Butler Duncan’s expression toward Sean Sinclair was completely cold. "If you want to end up at the police station again, fine, but don’t drag us into your mess."

"I just want to see Leila Jennings." Sean Sinclair got out of the car, looking anxious, his gaze trying to peer past the gate.

"I know Leila is here. She has nowhere else to go."

"Let me see her. I’ll explain everything about Sarah and me."

"Is there any need for an explanation about you and Ms. Lynch?" Butler Duncan stood firmly in his way, preventing him from taking a single step closer. "The fact that you cheated is undeniable. No amount of explaining can turn black into white."

Sean Sinclair frowned. "I need to see Leila. There are some things I can only say to her."

Hearing the commotion, Rhea Warren came out, her gaze piercing. "Can you only say it to her, or are you just too ashamed to say it in front of anyone else?"

Sean Sinclair called out respectfully, "Mrs. Warren."

"Don’t call me that." Rhea Warren looked at him angrily. "My relationship is with Leila, not with you. President Sinclair, you’re really something else, leading her on like that for all these years."

"She put all her money toward household expenses, never willing to spend a dime on herself. But you? You took money to support your mistress. Cars, cash, houses... you gave her everything without a second thought. But when it came to Leila, you’d hesitate over a single thousand."

"The money I send Sarah every month is an investment," Sean Sinclair explained, using the excuse he had prepared.

Rhea Warren scoffed. "An investment? Then why didn’t I see you investing in Leila? Others might not know that Leila is my husband Thorne’s protégée, but you knew something about it. If you had paid her the slightest bit of attention, you would have known how to invest in her!"

Sean Sinclair was at a loss for words.

’He really had never thought about investing in Leila.’

’Wasn’t it perfectly fine for Leila to be a housewife instead of working?’

"Mrs. Warren, I need to see Leila."

"She’s not someone you can see just because you want to," Rhea Warren said. "Things are different now. You want to see her? In your dreams. Though, from what I can tell, you probably don’t even dream about her. You only dream about Sarah Lynch."

Facing the elder’s reprimand, Sean Sinclair could only lower his head, not daring to get angry or talk back.

He repeated himself.

"Mrs. Warren, please let me see Leila. We were married for years. You have to give me a chance to make things right."

When he looked up, his eyes were red-rimmed.

Rhea Warren remained unmoved by his remorse and sorrow.

"Are you short on chances to make things right? In your four years of marriage to Leila, if you had thought of her even once, if you had decided to change your ways just once, things would never have ended up like this!"

"This is all your own doing!"

"You’re not going to see Leila."

Sean Sinclair knew Rhea Warren was dead set against letting him see Leila, so he resorted to shouting her name toward the house.

’He couldn’t believe Leila would actually refuse to see him.’

’Leila clearly loved him so much.’

’She’d even said she believed that he and Sarah were just friends.’

"Butler Duncan, call security," Rhea Warren said, having reached her limit.

Butler Duncan called for the guards.

"Leila!" Sean Sinclair yelled toward the house again. "See me! Just let me explain!"

Knowing he was about to be dragged away by security anyway, Sean Sinclair bolted past them and started searching everywhere for any sign of Leila.

Butler Duncan hurried after him. "President Sinclair, this is trespassing!"

Rhea Warren stopped him. "Let him look."

Sean Sinclair threw open door after door. No Leila. Still no Leila.

He kept calling Leila’s name, his shouts growing more urgent, more panicked.

He couldn’t find Leila.

Suddenly, he pushed open a bedroom door and saw a familiar piece of clothing on a tree-shaped coat rack.

Sean Sinclair walked straight in and took down a gray hoodie. He remembered it was part of a matching set for couples.

Leila had shown it to him, and he’d nodded his approval to buy it. But in all the years since, he had never worn his.

Her hoodie, however, was pilling, and some spots were faded from countless washes.

Sean Sinclair’s fingers tightened around the fabric as he began searching the room for any sign of Leila.

She wasn’t on the balcony, in the bathroom, or behind the curtains.

He searched every possible spot, except for the closet.

Sean Sinclair opened the closet. Inside hung rows and rows of dresses and skirts, mostly in cool tones. He knew at a glance they would suit Leila perfectly.

Sean Sinclair stared, transfixed, at the full closet. Their closet at home was also full, but it was packed with his clothes. He had no idea where Leila’s things had been squeezed.

Butler Duncan appeared at the doorway and said coldly, "Please don’t get Miss Leila Jennings’ clothes dirty. Mrs. Warren and I picked these out for her personally. After making her wear old clothes for four years, I’m sure President Sinclair wouldn’t want her to be seen in them now, would he?"

Sean Sinclair closed the closet and turned. "I’ll be good to her from now on."

Butler Duncan gave him a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

’Too late.’

’Miss Leila Jennings doesn’t need you anymore.’

"President Sinclair, since you haven’t found who you’re looking for, it’s time to leave." Butler Duncan gestured toward the door.

Sean Sinclair refused to believe it. He continued searching The Thorne Residence, even scouring the entire garden.

Leila was not there.

He stopped and looked toward Rhea Warren and Butler Duncan, then walked over with heavy steps.

"Mrs. Warren, please just tell me where Leila is."

"A man as skilled at hiding things as President Sinclair can’t find someone?" Rhea Warren turned and told Butler Duncan to close the gate.

Sean Sinclair was shut out.

He took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and called Charles Jordan. "Find out where Leila could be staying."

Charles Jordan replied, "President Sinclair, given your wife’s current status, investigating her whereabouts will get us a warning. In a worst-case scenario, it could even alert National Security."

’Sean Sinclair still hadn’t fully processed it—that Leila had another, hidden identity.’

’An identity that put her far beyond his reach.’

’The woman who once knelt to put on his shoes was now someone he had to look up to.’

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’Leila was his wife. She would always be his wife.’