Chapter 271
Helena froze for a second before the insult registered, her face turning livid.
“Sienna Sloan! I’m going to kill you p>
She let out a shrill scream, raising her hand to slap Sienna across the face.
A split second later, a powerful hand firmly clamped around her wrist.
Sienna turned her head, realizing Jarred had already come downstairs and was standing right behind her.
He looked furious, a bone-chilling hostility settled over his features.
The sheer intimidation rolling off him made everyone instinctively step back.
“Don’t touch her p>
Jarred glared at Helena, his tone glacial and laced with a harsh warning.
Helena opened her mouth, her lips trembling as her confidence evaporated, yet she stubbornly refused to back down.
“So what if I do p>
“Leaving aside the fact that Grandpa adores Sienna, if he were to wake up right now, he’d much rather see her than any of you,” Jarred said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register.
“More importantly, while I’m standing here, no one lays a finger on her. Cross me, and I’ll make sure everyone regrets it p>
With that, he twisted his wrist and violently shoved Helena’s hand away.
Helena stumbled backward, a dull ache throbbing in her wrist as if it had nearly been dislocated.
She had never seen her son act so ruthlessly cold before.
Even when he was furious in the past, he had never once laid a hand on her.
Watching Jarred stand fiercely protective in front of Sienna filled her with a toxic mix of rage, jealousy, and sheer disbelief.
Sienna simply stood there, entirely unbothered as she observed Helena’s defeated, seething demeanor.
That cool detachment acted like fuel to the fire, infuriating Helena even further.
She pointed at Jarred, furious. “You’re completely out of your mind! She’s the one who insulted me first! Not only do you refuse to take my side, but you’re protecting this outsider p>
Jarred’s gaze remained icy, offering absolutely zero sympathy. “All I saw was you trying to hit her p>
That single sentence left Helena choking on her own rage, entirely speechless.
Looking at Helena’s miserable, frustrated expression, Sienna felt a sudden surge of irony.
In the past, Jarred had always instinctively sided with Helena and indulged Celeste, leaving Sienna to shoulder all the blame and misunderstandings.
Oh, how the tables had turned.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t want to interfere p>
Breaking the suffocating tension, Celeste, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly spoke up.
She rolled her wheelchair over to Jarred, her pitiful eyes fixed squarely on Sienna.
“Ms. Sloan, you and Jarred are already divorced. You both should be moving on, yet you keep finding excuses to visit Sterling Manor.
Grandpa is usually perfectly fine, but every time he sees you, he gets overly agitated.
And now he’s suddenly collapsed. I… I don’t even want to imagine what might have caused it. I’m just so worried that p>
Celeste let her voice trail off.
Her calculated hesitation made the malicious implication painfully obvious.
She was subtly accusing Sienna of constantly harassing them and causing the old man’s sudden decline.
Sienna stared coldly at the theatrical display, internally scoffing.
It had only been a few days, but this two-faced snake had somehow perfected her victim act even more.
“What is the meaning of this p>
A commanding voice echoed through the hall.
Sienna paused and turned toward the sound, spotting the family matriarch being supported by Millie. Flanked by a group of furious elders they were marching right toward them.