The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

When Sienna Johnson was interning at the hospital, she came across a patient who was a city laborer and had to leave after just three days due to mounting debts and inability to afford treatment. She heard that he passed away not long after.

In the hospital, some treatments cost around 1.5 thousand a day. A medicine the size of a thumb costs 3 thousand, not including relationship fees (you have to intercept at the airport as soon as the medicine comes off the plane to buy it.)

You just have to keep pouring money in, and it may not even cure the illness, but you have to do it.

An ordinary family can get drained in the struggle, but what about families from the lower society? They are like exhausted drowning people, not even needing to struggle as they sink into cold and dark waters.

"Let’s go, there are too many, you can’t take care of them all." Sienna Johnson persuaded.

It’s not that she wasn’t compassionate, but if she were to take care of these things, even spending all her family’s fortune wouldn’t be enough.

"I have lots of New Year’s money; I can give it all to her."

"The New Year’s money is yours; you can spend it as you wish. If you want to give it to her, then go ahead." Sienna Johnson didn’t stop her from being kind-hearted.

"Sister, lend me some money. I left my bank card at home."

"Okay."

Sienna Johnson readily lent the money to Samara, who extravagantly swiped over 75 thousand from Sienna Johnson’s card. Adrian Desmond, watching his wife’s pained expression over the money, couldn’t help but laugh.

"It’s alright, your sister will have to pay you back anyway."

"Lucky she’s not the one managing the household; otherwise, our family would be entirely ruined by her." Sienna Johnson joked.

"..."

"Comparatively, it’s good that Curly is so stingy; at least we don’t have to worry about her squandering our family assets."

"Anyone who can get anything out of Curly really has a tough task." As a father, he was well aware of his daughter’s inherent stinginess.

Adrian Desmond and Sienna Johnson waited a little distance away as they saw the woman expressing endless gratitude to Samara, who stood there, blushing and waving her hands in dismissal.

Sienna Johnson called out, "Samara, we should head home."

"Coming, Sister."

Samara said a few more words to the woman and then walked over to Sienna Johnson, sticking her tongue out and saying, "She was so grateful; I just gave her the New Year’s money that I didn’t use up."

"That New Year’s money of yours, she might never earn that much in her lifetime." Sienna Johnson sighed.

"Yeah, she told me. They sell vegetables at the wholesale market, working so hard. She even said that once her husband recovers, she’d deliver vegetables to us for free in the future. I told her it’s unnecessary; our vegetables at home are all grown at our farm, organic and fresh..."

"..."

"Sister, I understand why you hit me that day. I indeed didn’t realize the blessings I had. Look, everyone else struggles so hard to live, yet I was thinking of ending it all."

Sienna Johnson looked at her sister’s beautiful face, feeling a bit relieved that her efforts of taking her to see the harsh realities of the world weren’t in vain.

"Some people give their all just to live, Samara, you are much luckier than them, one should cherish these blessings."

"Yes."

...

Sienna Johnson recently got fascinated by medicine and often indulged in reading when free.

Adrian Desmond came out after taking a shower and saw her engrossed in a book, took the book from her hands.

"Mrs. Desmond, you should rest now."

Sienna rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit tired as well. Adrian threw a towel to her and commanded, "Dry my hair."

"I’m pregnant!" Isn’t this bullying a pregnant woman?

"Drying hair isn’t that tiring."

Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, and Sienna knelt behind him, carefully drying his hair with a towel.

"Isn’t Paige tired of playing yet?" Sienna and Adrian chatted leisurely.

"She found a boyfriend."

Sienna paused and asked, "Does Kiya know?"

"No."

"..."

"Go on!" Adrian said.

"What kind of man is he?"

"No idea, only that he’s from Abyanabad." Adrian wasn’t very clear either.

"Why don’t you ask clearly? She’s your sister, aren’t you worried about her being deceived? You’re really an incompetent brother."

"She’s an adult now. She has her own judgment; I’m not in a position to interfere with her life. ... Interfering doesn’t help; I was against her marrying Kiya back then, yet she wouldn’t listen."

Sienna dried his hair halfway and let Adrian rest his head on her leg, massaging his head to relax him.

"And what about Dylan? It’s still best for children to be with their parents. I feel sorry for Dylan." Sienna said.

"Dylan is doing pretty well recently." With Curly and George accompanying him, his condition has improved quite a bit.

"I still think children should be with their biological parents. If you can get in touch with Paige, have her come home early."

"Got it."

Sienna’s massage felt so comfortable that Adrian started to drift off, with her voice slowly becoming indistinct in his ears.

"I’m still worried about that Night Owl... I feel like he’ll come back stronger. Adrian, what should we do now?"

Sienna looked down and found Adrian had fallen asleep.

"You worry about nothing at all."

She leaned down, kissed his lips, her hair brushed across his face, Adrian woke up and kissed her neck.

"Mrs. Desmond, you’re pregnant, hold on for a bit."

Sienna: ...

...

In the Abyanabad Imperial Palace,

Night Owl was on top of a woman, moving rapidly, the woman’s face was covered with a piece of clothing, hiding her face, but her figure certainly made a man nosebleed.

"Hmm..." With a muffled grunt, Night Owl released.

Gulit rushed in hastily just in time to see Night Owl slip out of the woman’s body, his semi-soft and semi-hard size stunned Gulit.

"What is it?" Night Owl disliked Gulit’s dumbstruck look, which just seemed utterly foolish.

"The Queen is here, you all, hurry, hide..." Gulit stammered.

Night Owl was unconcerned, "Even if she’s here, she won’t come to your bedroom, why are you nervous?"

"But..."

"Get out!"

This was Gulit’s sleeping quarters, Night Owl was the trespasser, but it seemed more like Night Owl was the owner here, while Gulit was less than a maid.

Gulit dared not provoke Night Owl and quickly retreated, closing the door tightly.

Nissan got up, took a damp towel, and began cleaning Night Owl, who didn’t even glance at Nissan, his face was brooding.

"Master, do you... need more?"

Night Owl hadn’t softened; with a slight touch, he hardened again.

Night Owl lowered his head to glance at the naked Nissan, who was still the type he once desired greatly, yet suddenly he lost interest.

"Get out!"

This woman couldn’t fulfill him; after satisfying physiological needs, there was a greater emptiness.