Chapter 343
Those dark eyes were as deep as a shadowed pool, burying countless emotions completely out of sight.
Celeste paled and answered instinctively, “You must have seen it wrong. It was just a standard suture.
The Carlyle family has practiced medicine for generations, and I had already started learning from my dad back then. My technique was naturally better than most, so it’s normal that you didn’t recognize it p>
“Oh my god, are you sure that’s considered good technique?” Sienna covered her mouth and chuckled.
“Jarred still doesn’t dare wear sleeveless shirts. With that crooked, messy stitching, I thought a toddler had sewn him up p>
Celeste’s pupils shrank, her eyes darting nervously toward Jarred.
She had never even seen his bare back! How would she know what the stitches looked like?
Having relied entirely on fabricating the rescue story, being interrogated on the details face-to-face made her freeze instantly.
Celeste braced herself and forced an argument. “Who can remember such trivial details from years ago?
Saving a life takes everything you have; who memorizes suture patterns afterward? You’re just looking for trouble p>
Watching Celeste flail was incredibly satisfying for Sienna.
She was only thirteen back then. Although she had the fundamentals, her hands were still clumsy.
That was the exact reason Jarred still bore a long scar on his back to this day.
“You don’t remember the suturing technique, but you sure remember how to use that favor for moral blackmail. What’s more important to you: Jarred’s life, or using it to excuse your own crimes?” Sienna mocked.
“You p>
Hit right in her weak spot, Celeste stumbled over her words and cast a desperate, pleading look at Jarred.
“Jarred, say something… Everyone saw me carry you back from Azure Ridge! That’s a fact p>
As soon as Celeste finished speaking, her tears began to fall.
She curled up, hugging herself tightly, her thin frame trembling continuously with her sobs.
Her normally bright eyes were now dim, filled only with a desolate sorrow that soaked her entire demeanor.
Jarred pursed his lips, saying absolutely nothing.
His gaze was as heavy as the night, carrying a sharpness that saw through everything.
His face showed neither sorrow nor joy. No matter who tried to read him, they wouldn’t find a single crack in his armor.
All his enduring torment was hidden deep in his eyes.
Even as a storm raged in his heart, his exterior remained as steady as bedrock.
He began recalling the blurry fragments of that rescue.
He had been completely unconscious back then. When he woke up, he only heard others say it was Celeste who saved him; he never witnessed the process himself.
Celeste saw the scrutiny in his eyes. It was a cold, probing look she had never seen directed at her before.
He was starting to doubt her p>
That realization brought an unprecedented wave of terror crashing over Celeste, chilling her to the bone.
Her face completely changed, and she went limp, collapsing to the side.
“Jarred, my legs hurt so much… I feel like I can’t breathe p>
The room had been relatively stable, and no one anticipated such a sudden turn of events.
“Ms. Carlyle p>
The doctors nearby immediately pushed through the crowd to examine her.
“The patient’s condition is deteriorating rapidly! Vitals are very unstable, and it’s much worse than before: We can’t delay-she must go to the emergency room immediately p>
Everyone turned to Jarred, waiting for his decision.
He stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the woman on the bed. His long lashes fluttered down, hiding the complex flash of emotion in his eyes.
Sienna let out a soft scoff, her fingers flying across her phone screen to send a message.
The next second, the tense silence was shattered by a ringing phone.