Accidentally Yours, Mr. Stranger-Chapter 37: Master strike - Part 3

"Frank!" Sienna was delighted to see Frank unharmed. She almost lost her mind for a second when she imagined something to have happened to him. How would she face herself if something were to happen to him?

Stepping forward, she rushed to hug the old man who was like a father figure. She was so relieved that tears trickled down her cheeks.

Frank was stunned to have been hugged by Sienna suddenly. He looked at her awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He had hugged her, sure, when she was a kid. But it had stopped once she grew. frёeωebɳovel.com

Though he felt embarrassed, he was also touched. If this wasn’t her concern for him speaking, then what was it? But the next instant, he was consumed with guilt, especially when he heard her sobs. ’How terrified was Miss that she is crying tears of relief now?’ he wondered.

Raising his hand, he patted her back to console her. "Miss, we are fine. Please don’t cry."

Sienna sniffled lightly and pulled away from him. "You aren’t allowed to put yourself in danger. I won’t be able to survive if something happens to you."

Frank didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at her unreasonable demand. It wasn’t in his hands to avoid danger every time. He was just lucky this time. But he didn’t dare voice his thoughts. Sienna was already breaking. His words would agitate her all the more.

"Yes, Miss," he replied, glancing at Kyrell who quirked his brows at him questioningly. Frank nodded at him immediately.

Not a word had been said. But the men understood each other.

"Miss Lawrence, I think we should help the wounded first," Luther pointed, noticing the injured people in the room.

"Yeah, right. Sorry about that." She wiped her tears and stepped away, allowing the injured people to receive treatment.

Sienna lowered her gaze and moved further away. Just when she was about to wipe her cheeks, a handkerchief suddenly appeared before her. Surprised, she raised her head and looked at the man who was gazing at her silently.

"Thank you," she mumbled and took the kerchief, astounded to see that someone in this generation still carried a handkerchief with them.

"Not a problem. Miss Lawrence, I’d like to have a word with you in private."

"Sure." Sienna didn’t know what the man wanted to speak to her. But it had to wait first. She had other matters to attend to first.

With Luther and his team’s help, all the injured were admitted to the hospital. By the end, only a few people remained. The police took all their reports before they were allowed to leave.

However, the place had to be sealed. They weren’t allowed to stay at the Lawrence Estate. Frank made arrangements for all of them to stay at a hotel.

By the time, everything had been dealt with, more than two hours had passed and everyone was beyond exhausted. But it wasn’t the time for them to rest yet.

Finally, it was just Sienna, Kyrell, Frank, and Luther.

Sienna had a brief idea about what had transpired after she left with Kyrell. But she wanted to hear everything from Frank himself.

The four people were in her father’s study and Frank started once he received Sienna’s nod.

"Miss Lawrence, the people who we assumed to be reporters weren’t actually reporters. The attackers disguised themselves as one to enter the estate," Frank revealed and Sienna listened to him silently. She had returned to her composed self now. Even her eyes were clear, with no signs of having cried some time ago.

"They were here for you, Miss Lawrence..."

"Wait a minute." Sienna stopped him immediately and Frank went silent at once. "This was an attack meant for me?"

Sienna felt incredulous. All along, she had assumed it was a ploy to kill Frank. She never expected the assailants to have come for her.

’But something doesn’t add up here. If they actually wanted to kill me, why would they get Andy to file a false case against me?’ Sienna wondered, her forehead creasing with worry lines. ’What the hell is happening here?’

"Yes, Miss Lawrence." Frank nodded. "I heard someone say that you weren’t here and that their plan failed this time as well."

Sienna’s frown deepened. Nothing made sense. The situation was so convoluted that she started to have a headache.

"Miss Lawrence, may I say something?" Kyrell intervened suddenly and Sienna’s head snapped towards him instantly. Nodding at him curtly, she leaned back in her chair.

"I feel it was all a coincidence," Kyrell said and went quiet for a moment, analyzing his thoughts so that he could articulate better.

"Coincidence? How?" Luther asked, not understanding what his friend was trying to imply.

"Yes. I think the person who planned the attack and the one who plotted with Andy to file a false report aren’t the same."

"I feel the same as well," Sienna said, agreeing with him. She had been wrong before.

Sienna was glad she hadn’t been thinking clearly and had assumed Frank to be the target. She had been so stressed that her rationality had taken a dip. If she was in her sane mind, she dreaded to imagine what would have happened. How long would her people have stayed in the darkness without medical help?

"The assailants had a lot of chances to harm you. They didn’t have to come up with such a stupid plan," Kyrell continued, explaining more to Luther than anyone else. "If we think about it now, this stupid plan actually saved your life."

Kyrell’s words held the truth. The attackers had the chance to kill her in the evening when she had been followed. But Kyrell had been vigilant all along and had protected her from them.

So, they came up with another plan and Luther happened to summon Sienna to the police station at the same time. In a way, whoever came up with the plan to file a false charge against her had helped her evade a disaster.

Sienna ran a hand through her hair, too frustrated to think properly. Her brain was giving up on her and she desperately wanted to leave everything and go somewhere where life was peaceful and safe, where she didn’t have to face danger every second of her life.

"Miss Lawrence, I think we should call it a night," Luther said when he noticed her tired face.

"I agree, Miss Lawrence. You must be exhausted," Kyrell added, glancing at Frank who understood what the man was trying to convey.

"Miss Lawrence, should I call the hotel to prepare the presidential suite?"

"That won’t be necessary. We won’t be staying at the hotel."

"But..."

"Mr. Winchester, don’t worry. We won’t be staying here either. I have a villa in the Bay Area. We’ll stay there from now onwards."