Chapter 385
“I didn’t hurt Grandpa, I really didn’t. Sienna, you have to believe me… I’ll do anything you say, just please don’t hurt me anymore. I’m so scared… I’m so scared of you p>
Her voice trailed off, eventually dissolving into broken whispers.
She lay flat on the floor, her forehead pressed against the cold concrete.
Outside the glass window behind Sienna stood several detention center directors and Jarred.
The one-way mirror displayed everything happening inside in agonizing detail.
Celeste’s pathetic posture on the floor, her shivering body, and her shattered voice were fully observed by everyone.
Human nature naturally favored the weak; no one bothered to dig into the filthy calculations hiding behind the mask of a victim.
Jarred stood at the very front of the group, his posture rigid, his dark eyes brooding as he stared intently at the scene unfolding through the glass.
Sienna had always been proud and fierce, transparent in her loves and hates.
She never played dirty behind people’s backs, let alone orchestrated such convoluted, malicious frames.
After years of being by her side, he knew better than anyone that she wasn’t a vicious, petty person.
A million voices in his head were screaming that this was all an act, a disguise put on by Celeste.
But Celeste’s performance… it was just too convincing.
Her terror felt incredibly real.
That deep, bone-rattling shudder, the near-hysterical begging, the way she cowered, not even daring to look Sienna in the eye.
Unless they were genuinely pushed to the brink, no one could act this well.
Inside, Celeste’s show continued; she was crying until she nearly passed out, as pathetic as a weed trampled in the dirt.
Sienna just stood there, her expression unreadable and unbothered.
She glanced down at the woman putting on the theatrical display on the floor, feeling nothing but mockery.
Sienna pulled out a small notebook, asking questions in a soft voice while writing down notes.
“Celeste, do you know why you’re here p>
“I know… I made a mistake… I p>
Celeste lifted her tear-stained face, looking timidly at Sienna. “Sienna, if I tell the truth, are you going to be mad at me p>
Sienna looked at the sheer terror in her eyes and gave a small smile. “I’m your evaluating physician, not your sister-in-law. Just answer the questions p>
A dark shadow flickered through Celeste’s eyes, but she quickly lowered her head again, whispering, “I won’t lie anymore. I’ll do whatever you say p>
Outside the glass, Director Madeline Vane’s frown deepened, her gaze on Sienna turning more scrutinizing.
Jarred watched the whole thing in silence, the invisible string in his chest snapping tighter and tighter.
The evaluation lasted nearly an hour, during which Celeste acted extremely cooperative.
Sienna finally stepped out of the room.
Everyone behind the glass instantly turned to her.
Jarred’s gaze was the most complex of them all; like a red-hot iron hook, wanting to grab onto something but terrified that doing so would only bring more pain.
“There is indeed a problem with Celeste’s mental state p>
Sienna peeled off her medical gloves, speaking to the group with a steady tone.
“Following my preliminary assessment, she exhibits clear symptoms of persecution mania, severe emotional instability, and a high risk of self harm and violence towards others.
Jarred’s pupils contracted slightly.
Sienna turned to the group of directors, her voice void of any personal emotion. “Therefore, she does not meet the criteria for medical parole or at-home recovery.
To prevent her from fleeing supervision or posing a further threat to society, I officially recommend that this application for medical parole be revoked.
Furthermore, she must be immediately transferred to St. Jude’s High-Security Psychiatric Facility to undergo twenty-four-hour, closed professional treatment and strict monitoring p>
Her words hit them like a bombshell.