Chapter 325: The Hand Behind Every Victory

Lucas stared at her, equally bewildered. Noah had already guided her to the dining chair. He picked up a spoon and held it toward Sienna's lips. She frowned. "I'm not hungry, sweetheart. Mommy already ate."

"But you need nutrients! Even I know that. Don't be shy, Mommy."

His eyes sparkled as they dropped to her abdomen. "So," he whispered excitedly, "will it be a brother or a sister?" Sienna froze. A sibling? Did Noah believe she and Lucas had been intimate at the hotel? Of course he would. Why else would he prepare liver soup and mention babies?

"Darling," she explained gently, "Mommy didn't do anything like that. You're letting your imagination run wild. And besides—"

"I understand! You're superstitious and won't talk about it before three months!" He pressed a finger to his lips. "Don't worry, it's our secret!"

Sienna sighed in exasperation. What were children learning these days? Before she could formulate a proper explanation, Noah suddenly brightened and scurried into his bedroom. Through the cracked door, she watched him sorting through his toys. She turned to Lucas. "What do we do now? How do we explain this?"

"We don't. Sebastian said maintaining his happiness is crucial for his health." Lucas remained completely unbothered.

Sienna rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn't mind—he wasn't the supposedly pregnant one. Speaking of which...

"Didn't you promise to focus on curing Noah within three months? Any progress?"

"Sebastian went to America. He's studying the latest treatment methods. We're optimistic."

Sienna's brow furrowed. Optimistic? So there were no guarantees? She supposed that made sense. Mental health remained one of medicine's greatest challenges worldwide. Her gaze returned to Noah, who now alternated between toy cars and dolls with a delighted smile. He seemed to be deciding which toy would suit a brother or sister. He deserved a joyful childhood. Why did he have to suffer like this? If only he had a permanent mother figure—someone who could give him a sibling. Perhaps then he'd find daily happiness and eventually heal.

The thought tugged painfully at her heart. A notification chimed on her phone. A message from Beatrice. [Master Worthington expects you at The Alder Club at 8 PM tonight. Don't forget. Thank you!] Sienna replied with a simple [Okay.] The incident between Aurora and Giselle had exploded across social media. The Horizon Night event had dominated international headlines, creating a publicity windfall for everyone involved. The industry had crowned Sienna with a new title: "God's Hand."

People resurrected her Valenne counter-strategy story. They now called her the "Undisputed God's Hand," surpassing even Giselle Marchand—though nobody had heard from the former PR queen since her company collapsed. Sienna had been back in Kingsport for less than two months, yet everything had changed.

At The Alder Club, Master Worthington sat waiting with a woman beside him.

It was Valerie.