Chapter 449
He marched onto the stage, reaching out to grab the emotionally shattered, wildly accusing Daisy in a desperate attempt to stabilize the spiraling situation.
He knew Sienna’s character far too well.
Even though she was cold, aloof, and stubbornly unyielding, there was absolutely no way she was capable of something as vicious as murder.
Seeing her trapped in this hopeless nightmare filled him with intense anxiety and an overwhelming ache in his chest.
But bound by the chaos, he had to take control of the crowd first.
Yet, the very second Jarred raised his hand p>
Sitting in the front row, Celeste—who appeared to be panicking and trying to stand up to stop Daisy—perfectly faked a clumsy stumble.
Clatter—
A phone slipped effortlessly out of the bag resting on her lap, crashing onto the polished marble floor.
The screen lit up instantly. A deeply exhausted, agonizingly weak middle-aged man’s voice echoed out. He sounded like a man pushed to the very edge of sanity after being locked in a cage for an eternity.
With crystal clarity, the audio blasted through the phone’s speakers, echoing through the dead-silent banquet hall.
My wife has already been killed by her… My Daisy… Where is my Daisy p>
Every word wept blood; every sentence was laced with pure terror.
Sienna recognized that voice instantly.
It was Daisy’s paralyzed father, Albert Bridges!
The entire venue fell into a graveyard silence.
The blood drained from everyone’s faces, replaced by horror and deep gravity.
The way they looked at Sienna instantly shifted from shock to absolute certainty, dripping with fear and disgust.
Killing a mother? Imprisoning a father? This was no longer a simple dispute; these were monstrous felonies!
Hearing the voice, Daisy froze as if struck by lightning, her tears breaking like a dam.
“Dad… Dad p>
Celeste quickly bent over, frantically fumbling to pick up the phone, and hurriedly pressed a button to kill the audio with a terrified expression.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! The phone dropped and it just started playing on its own p>
But the audio had already flooded the entire hall.
Sienna lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze locking dead onto the dropped phone.
The screen was still lit. The wallpaper was a warm family portrait of three.
A young, naive Daisy leaned against her parents, looking sweet and innocent.
Without a shadow of a doubt, that was Daisy’s personal phone.
And yet, this phone—which should have been in Daisy’s hands or safely stored away—had somehow dropped right out of Celeste’s bag.
In a flash, all the missing pieces fell into place. The meticulously calculated trap became crystal clear in Sienna’s mind.
Looking at Celeste’s aggressively innocent face, Sienna understood everything.
This entire production was directed by Celeste.
An elaborate, interconnected trap specifically designed for tonight’s banquet, engineered for the sole purpose of destroying her.
Celeste had anticipated she would crash the party. To hijack the crowd’s attention at the most critical moment and shift the focus. entirely
She had specifically weaponized Daisy and prepared the fake recording!
That audio clip was the final blow that pushed Daisy into total insanity.
Daisy whipped her head around, glaring viciously at Sienna below the stage. Her eyes were threaded with blood, radiating apocalyptic hatred.
“You heard him! That was my dad’s voice p>
Daisy leaped off the stage, charging right up to Sienna, her finger practically jabbing her in the nose.
“You told everyone you were treating my dad, but you actually locked him up, torturing him mentally and physically!
My dad sounded so terrified. You killed my mom and imprisoned my dad! Sienna, what the hell do you have to say for yourself p>
Her voice was shrill and shattered, a chaotic mix of tears and unadulterated fury. She burned like a wick mere seconds away from exploding.