THEO’S POV
“You should come home tonight, son.” My father's voice rang out as I placed my phone on my ears. “There's something you need to hear.”
Immediately Sienna dashed into the elevator, I returned back to my company—Sinclair Corp's.
Staring at the view of the city from my window, I tucked my left hand in my pocket. “I don't need to hear anything.” I said calmly, listening to the blaring horns across the streets. It calmed me—strangely.
“You're going to attend this dinner, Theodore.” My father never pronounced my full name unless the matter was deadly important. It was just a gut feeling, but I knew he had something important to tell me.
“What is it this time?” I asked lazily, tightening my grip on my phone.
My father sucked in a breath, hesitating. “Sienna's mother is preg
