Chapter 354
Celeste was transferred to a VIP suite.
Between the IV drips, wound debridement, and aggressive antibiotics, the sky had already grown dark.
After going through several IV bags, Celeste finally started to regain consciousness.
“Jarred?” She frantically scanned the room, her voice still hoarse. “Are you there p>
The man standing by the window heard her and immediately walked over.
The moment she saw him, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
She struggled to sit up, but Jarred quickly pinned her shoulders back against the bed.
“Don’t move. Your legs p>
Before he could finish, Celeste caught sight of her heavily casted legs.
“My legs… what’s wrong with them p>
She stared up at Jarred, pure terror and confusion in her eyes. “Jarred, why can’t I feel anything? Why won’t they move p>
Jarred parted his lips, but the words wouldn’t come.
Watching his pained expression, something inside Celeste completely snapped.
She lost her mind, furiously pounding on her cast as she screamed, “Tell me! What happened to my legs?
Are they ruined? Is it just like Sienna promised p>
Will I never walk again? Did Sienna really cripple me p>
Celeste gripped the bedsheets with a white-knuckled intensity. The usual helpless tears in her eyes were replaced by a venomous, hateful glare.
She couldn’t swallow this bitter pill.
Plunging from the clouds into the mud and winding up permanently disabled—it was all Sienna’s doing.
Why did it have to be like this?
Why did that woman get to sit securely on her throne as Jarred’s wife, easily destroying the very foundations Celeste had spent years building?
A suffocating wave of resentment and injustice tore at her chest, the throbbing in her legs a constant reminder of her pathetic state.
She wanted to scream and cry until her lungs gave out.
But the burning fury inside wouldn’t let her back down; she wished she could rip that high-and-mighty bitch to shreds.
Two nurses rushed in at the commotion, barely managing to pin her down.
Pinned against the mattress, Celeste sobbed uncontrollably.
Her hysterical wails slowly gave way to silent, agonizing whimpers until all she could do was tremble.
Jarred stood by the bed, witnessing her agonizing breakdown, his frown etched deep into his features.
Only when Celeste’s erratic emotions had somewhat stabilized did he finally speak, his voice low. “What exactly happened? Tell me the truth about those whistleblower documents p>
A fresh wave of tears cascaded from her eyes.
She curled into herself, weeping pitifully as she clutched at Jarred’s sleeve.
“Jarred, I didn’t break the law. I swear I didn’t. The informant tricked me! I had no idea the evidence he gave me was fabricated.
I just… I just wanted to report Luna.
I paid that man to dig up evidence. I honestly didn’t know he falsified the documents p>
Jarred’s gaze sharpened. “Why did you report Luna p>
“Because… because she and Sienna have always bullied me p>
Celeste cried out defensively, “Jarred, you’ve seen it yourself! I can’t compete with them.
I was just so hurt… I wanted to get back at them. I felt totally backed into a corner, and… I really didn’t mean for this to happen p>
Suddenly, as if remembering a crucial detail, she lunged for Jarred’s hand.
“I never bribed that informant! Every dime I wired him was supposedly for travel and evidence collection fees.
I was kept in the dark the entire time. I didn’t know anything p>
She wept bitterly, frail and helpless, perfectly casting herself as the najve, innocent victim caught in the crossfire.
Jarred’s brow knitted, a storm of complicated emotions swirling in his dark eyes.
He looked at her tear-stained face, then down at her heavily casted legs.
After a full thirty seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Where is your proof p>
Blinking through her tears, Celeste replied, “On my other phone. My bodyguard can bring it p>