The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 999 - 958: Investigating Who Hurt Sheehan

Adrian Desmond was on the phone outside and didn’t hear. Curly shouted again loudly,

"Dad, Little Monster is hurt!"

Adrian didn’t come in, and Curly said, "Dad can’t hear. Let me hold Little Monster so Dad can see him."

For Curly, Sheehan wasn’t light, and Curly naturally couldn’t carry him horizontally like an adult. Curly helped Sheehan up, his arm extending from under Sheehan’s armpit, lifting him up.

George asked, "Can you carry him?"

"Of course! I’m a strongman!"

Curly carried Sheehan, naked and still with water droplets on him, outside. It was autumn, and the temperature differed significantly between day and night. At night, one needed a blanket to sleep, and taking Sheehan out like this, he would likely catch cold and get sick.

"Daddy..."

Adrian was outside on the phone, a cigarette pinched between his fingertips, intending to finish smoking before heading in. Suddenly, he saw his five-year-old daughter carrying out his month-old son, dripping wet and bare-bottomed, nearly giving him a heart attack.

"Curly, what are you doing?"

"Oh, wow..." Sheehan was laughing, the silly boy was quite pleased.

The little guy’s feet kicked on the ground, as if Curly was helping him walk.

"I’ll talk to you in a minute."

Adrian hung up the phone, with long strides he came to them and took his son from Curly’s arms, then quickly returned to the bathroom, found a blanket and wrapped Sheehan in it.

Sheehan thought Curly was playing a game with him before, and he liked it. Now wrapped like a rice dumpling by Adrian, he was unhappy, twisting in Adrian’s arms like a caterpillar.

"Oh, ah..." he babbled, something incomprehensible.

Curly and George ran into the bathroom, just about to talk, Adrian said, "Curly, you’re still young, you can’t carry your brother in the future, okay?"

"Curly is strong, I can carry Little Monster."

"But you should dress him first. You take him out like that, he’ll catch cold."

Sheehan reached his hand, wanted Curly to hold him again, seemingly wanting to try the walking ’game’ once more. Of course, Sheehan’s ’walk’ was dragging in Adrian’s eyes.

"But I wanted Dad to see the injury on Sheehan’s arm."

"Injury?"

"Yes, Little Monster’s arm has a scratch from fingernails." Curly tugged at Adrian’s pants. Adrian squatted down, Curly pulled Sheehan’s arm and found a wound on the inner side of the wrist.

After soaking in water, the wound was more evident. There’s an arc-shaped scratch with a bruise surrounding it, very much like...

"Dad, is it because you didn’t cut your nails and scratched Little Monster?"

It’s a pinch mark!

Who, right in front of him, pinched his son?

Adrian looked at his son who couldn’t talk, who wouldn’t tell if pinched, feeling extremely distressed.

"Dad, your expression is scary."

"Curly, go play by yourself, Dad has business." Adrian, holding his son, walked out with big strides.

...

Sienna Johnson was sorting through guests’ gifts but couldn’t find the gift Noah Phillips had given her.

"Strange, why can’t I find it?"

The registry had Noah’s gift listed, but he didn’t specify what he had given.

Sally couldn’t stand it, told Sienna Johnson, "Madam, don’t look for it anymore."

"What happened?"

Sally hesitated, only telling Sienna not to search, without explaining why.

Sienna stared at Sally’s expression. Sally clearly knew the gift’s whereabouts but wasn’t speaking.

The only person in the world who could intimidate Sally to silence was Sixth Master Adrian Desmond!

"Could it be Adrian threw away all Noah’s gifts?"

Sally lowered her head, stared at her toes, said nothing.

"Your silence equals consent," Sienna said.

Sally remained silent.

Sienna was infuriated, "Why did he casually throw away my belongings?"

Sally replied, "Sixth Master said that wasn’t Madam’s gift, it was for Sheehan. He’s Sheehan’s father, as father, he has the right to throw Sheehan’s gift away."

Sienna hummed twice with a displeased look.

This man’s heart is smaller than a needle.

Curly ran in, "Mama, mama..." Curly had come to find Sienna, initially wanting to tell her about Sheehan’s injury, but was distracted by the many gifts.

"Mama, mama, are these all for Little Monster?"

"They are."

"Mama, did I receive this many gifts at my full-month ceremony too?"

Sienna looked at her daughter circling the gifts, feeling a deep sourness.

Curly never had such a grand full-month celebration.

Back then, with a premarital pregnancy, it was a shameful affair, and Curly, a child with an unknown father, even less could see the light of day. Pauline Briggs had once intended to give Curly away.

"Yes, your full-month ceremony was much grander than your brother’s, a lot more people came, it was more lively than today." Sienna told her daughter a kind lie.

"Mama, where are my gifts then? You didn’t claim them for yourself, did you?"

"I put them away for you."

Curly made a face, not believing a word, "Mama, you’re lying again. My New Year’s money too, you kept it and it became yours."

Reciprocity, Sienna carefully recorded the gift list, these gifts had to be returned in the future.

But Noah’s gift section was left blank.

"Who said they became mine, I’ll keep them for you until you’re older, then give them back."

"I’ve got a long way to grow."

Sienna gazed tenderly at her, "Soon enough, look how you’ve become a big girl now, once you were smaller than Sheehan in mama’s arms."

"Oh, I forgot." Curly remembered why she came to mama, moved closer to her side saying, "Mama, Little Monster is hurt."

Sienna paused her pen, asked nervously, "What happened?"

"Little Monster’s arm is injured, looks like a scratch from fingernails, and there’s a bruise."

Sienna’s gaze darkened, the matter of Sheehan’s injury was already being investigated by Lucas Robertson.

"Daddy took Little Monster away, not sure what they went to do."

"I know."

"Mama, I’m leaving."

"Okay, go ahead."

Sienna watched her daughter leave. Thinking of her son, she had no mood to look at the gift list, called Lucas.

"Found out anything?"

Lucas said, "These matters are tricky to investigate. Nonetheless, I have narrowed it down, it’s likely Kayla Jones or Auntie Poppy. But I’m not certain which one of them it was."

"Both of them?"

"Yes!"