In the afternoon, a distinguished guest arrived at the Finnegan's place—Sidney's sister, Sanaa. Sidney greeted her and invited her to sit in the living room while the butler prepared tea in the kitchen. Sidney didn't understand why Sanaa had suddenly come, so she could only respond to whatever came her way. Sanaa, claiming it was her first time visiting, dragged Sidney around the house for a tour. Sidney felt a little awkward, as she too was a guest in this house, but she wouldn't say that to Sanaa.
"Here... this is the living room, dining room, and kitchen you see. Upstairs, there's the master bedroom and a study, and the third floor is just the entertainment room."
"Take me upstairs! I'm curious."
"There's nothing special, and the upstairs is more private. Mr. Nixon probably doesn't want it to be toured."
"Pfft! How impressive!" Sanaa muttered in disdain.
Sidney quickly changed the topic, "What was up with the news the other day?"
"What news?" Sanaa feigned ignorance.
"The wedding news."
"Oh, that? Nothing, it's all over now," Sanaa said nonchalantly.
"It can't be nothing. Why did you take the kickbacks?"
"Did I?" Sanaa widened her eyes, looking incredulous.
"They told me personally. Are you still denying it?"
The butler came out from the kitchen, placed the coffee on the table, and then stood aside, waiting for further instructions.
"What kind of coffee is this? I only drink black coffee!" Sanaa glanced at the cup and said with a look of distaste.
"This is black coffee, no doubt—Colombian." the butler replied.
Sanaa took a delicate sip, savoring it on her tongue.
Due to the housekeeper's presence and the need to keep family matters private, Sidney didn't continue the conversation.
"Housekeeper, could you bring some cakes? Please." Sidney asked, signaling for the housekeeper to leave so she could continue the conversation. However, Sanaa spoke up before she had the chance.
"Tomorrow's resort bidding, should you ask Jayson how much to bid?" Sanaa said, seemingly intimately pulling Sidney's arm closer.
Sidney had never been this close to her, and it made her uncomfortable. She subtly pulled her arm away.
"He's been very busy lately, and he might not even be home today. Do you want to ask him yourself?" Sidney replied, trying to avoid getting involved.
"Eh! If I have to ask him personally, then you don't need to marry into the Nixon family, do you?" Sanaa grabbed the arm that Sidney had just pulled away, speaking harshly.
Sidney knew it had come! Sanaa's domineering personality had resurfaced. The tone, the expression—almost identical to that of Shelby. It was Sidney's nightmare.
"I really can't ask him. He won't tell me," Sidney said, trying to avoid further conflict.
"How? You've been sleeping with him for over a month and still haven't won his heart?" Sanaa said coldly.
"...I've tried my best," Sidney replied, not wanting to argue, especially with the housekeeper still in the kitchen.
"You're saying you've tried without even trying? If Dad had listened to me back then, he should have married you off to that old man in East City who's already killed three wives, then you'd be able to inherit his fortune when he dies!"
"I'm a human, not an object. Don't try to provoke me," Sidney said, disliking how the Calderon family always evaluated her based on her usefulness.
The more Sanaa spoke, the angrier she became. "So, are you going to ask him or not?"
"It's not that I won't ask, but I know it won't make a difference. He's told me before that there are many shareholders, and he can't make the decision on his own. Don't waste your time here—look for another way."
Sanaa was truly angry now. She hated being defied, especially by Sidney, this "bastard," who had no right to oppose her.
She pinched a piece of Sidney's arm, just like before, leaving a deep red mark.
"You think you can talk back just because you're married? I can still make you regret it!" Sanaa grabbed her arm again, twisting it even harder.
Sidney cried out in pain. The housekeeper rushed out of the kitchen, only to see Sanaa with a vicious, aggressive look on her face, holding onto Sidney's arm.
"Madam!"
Seeing the housekeeper, Sanaa pushed Sidney forcefully. "You good-for-nothing! Turning against me after I've taken care of you!"
She grabbed her bag and was about to leave, but not before kicking Sidney's calf with her stiletto heel. "It's obvious Finnegan doesn't care about you. If he did, he wouldn't be messing around with other women at his club, with people gossiping about it everywhere!"
