Chapter 279
Celeste waved her off weakly, her voice thick with exhaustion. “I’m fine. Go get me a glass of water p>
Greta didn’t dare press the issue, immediately hurrying out to fetch a drink.
Celeste was finally left completely alone.
She looked down at the dozens of silver needles still embedded in her skin.
Remembering Sienna’s relentless, glacial stare from just moments ago, an intense, venomous hatred flooded her eyes.
Gritting her teeth against the agonizing pain, she slowly pulled the needles out, one by one.
Every single pull felt like acid burning through her nerves straight to her core.
She knew Sienna was already deeply suspicious of her.
Today’s little torture session was a calculated move to force a mistake.
But as long as she played her part flawlessly and left absolutely zero evidence, there was nothing Sienna could do.
Celeste ripped out the final needle, a twisted, psychotic smile curling her lips.
Just wait, Sienna.
I’m going to make you wish you were dead!
Out in the hallway.
Sienna was trailing behind the crowd. Just as they reached the ward, Dr. Clayton stepped out.
“Dr. Clayton, how is he?” someone demanded desperately.
“The fall caused severe blood loss, resulting in significant trauma to his brain.
What’s worse, the extreme emotional shock massively overloaded his heart, triggering another attack p>
He paused, looking absolutely grim.
No one in the hallway made a sound, but the collective breathing instantly grew shallow.
“All the progress he made over the last few weeks… it’s completely gone. His body is deteriorating faster and more aggressively than the first time p>
Dr. Clayton took a deep breath, shaking his head. “I’m afraid… he isn’t going to wake up p>
A suffocating dead silence swallowed the hallway.
Sienna stood at the very back of the group, peering through the crack in the door.
The old man lay completely still, hooked up to a dozen different machines.
His head and chest were heavily wrapped in thick bandages from the emergency surgery.
The slivers of exposed skin looked painfully gaunt completely stripped of the bright, fively energy he’d had just days ago.
In just three or four short days, he had practically withered away.
The sheer brutality of the decline twisted a sharp ache deep into Sienna’s chest.
“Grandpa p>
Suddenly, a devastated wail echoed from down the hall.
Everyone turned to see Celeste, supposedly barely conscious, aggressively wheeling herself toward them.
She pushed her way straight into the room, collapsing into Helena and the matriarch as the three of them sobbed hysterically.
Sienna watched Celeste gasping for air between sobs, finding the entire performance sickeningly grating.
As badly as she wanted to rip the mask off right now, she knew this was the worst possible timing.
Jarred stood absolutely still by the bed, his lowered eyes fixed on his grandfather’s frail face.
There was zero readable emotion in those dark depths.
It was as if his trademark cold detachment shielded him from feeling anything at all.
A few of the elders exchanged grim looks before sighing and walking away.
Seeing this, Sienna immediately signaled for a few maids to follow them and offer support.
She had planned on heading downstairs herself, but a pile of -discarded towels and medical waste in the corner of the room caught her eye.
She flagged down two maids to help clean it up.
Just as they finished throwing the trash into the bathroom, something fell over, blocking Sienna’s path.
It was the old man’s favorite walking cane.
Sienna bent down to pick it up, intending to place it back.
Her thumb casually brushed over the carved dragon’s head on the handle, when she suddenly felt something incredibly sticky.
The texture was completely wrong.
Sienna instantly frowned.