Chapter 286
“Unless she never saw him as her savior to begin with,” Sienna said coldly.
Luna’s expression shifted.
“She has to be hiding secrets we know nothing about,” Sienna continued.
“Everything we’ve dug up so far only covers her life after she was adopted by the Carlyles. But her life before she turned six is a complete blank.
A living, breathing child doesn’t just survive for six years without leaving a single trace in this world.
Either she is exceptionally cunning, or… the person backing her is powerful enough to erase her past p>
Luna nodded grimly. After a moment, she managed a supportive smile, patting Sienna’s hand. “Alright, we can’t rush this. You head back to work, and I’ll start making preparations on my end. The truth always comes out eventually p>
After parting ways with Luna, Sienna headed straight back to the hospital.
Her new medical project was in a critical phase, and she had been working brutal overtime for days.
Around ten that night, Sienna finally changed into her casual clothes, exhausted, rubbing her aching temples as she prepared to head home.
She opted to skip the elevator and walked down the stairwell instead.
As she rounded the landing, she suddenly noticed someone leaning heavily against the wall.
Sienna instantly recognized the figure.
It was Mrs. Bridges, Jarred’s personal maid and longtime nanny.
But right now, Mrs. Bridges looked nothing like the calm, collected woman she usually was.
Her back was to Sienna, her shoulders shaking violently, her legs so weak it looked like she could barely stand.
She radiated pure, unfiltered terror, as if she had just survived something horrifying and was on the verge of total collapse.
Sienna watched her stumble, swaying dangerously as if she were about to hit the floor.
“Mrs. Bridges p>
Her heart dropping, Sienna rushed forward and grabbed the older woman’s arm to steady her. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick p>
At the sudden contact, Mrs. Bridges jumped like a terrified bird, violently jerking around.
When she realized it was Sienna, the stark terror on her face slightly receded.
But Sienna could clearly see the deep paranoia lingering in her eyes.
As much as she tried to hide it, Sienna noticed the woman’s fists. were clenched so tight her palms were slick with cold sweat.
Mrs. Bridges forced a stiff, unnatural smile. “Oh, Ms. Sloan. I’m fine, I just came to visit my husband.
The doctor just told me his condition took a bad turn. I lost my balance for second I was just a little anxious p>
Feigning a casual air, she waved her hand, desperately trying to mask the panic in her eyes. “Look at me, overreacting as usual Did I scare you p>
“No p>
Sienna stared at her, an undeniable sense of wrongness creeping in.
“Ms. Sloan, it’s getting late. I should really get going p>
Without giving Sienna a chance to ask another question, Mrs. Bridges hurriedly pushed her hand away.
She rushed out a hasty goodbye, turned, and practically bolted down the hall in a blind panic.
Her retreating figure looked frantic, like someone desperately trying to escape a predator.
Within seconds, she vanished around the corner.
Sienna stood frozen, her hand suspended in the air, her eyebrows drawn tightly together.
Albert Bridges had suffered a stroke years ago.
He had been a patient in this exact hospital since long before she and Jarred even got married.
While his condition was never overly optimistic, it had been incredibly stable for years.
As far as she knew, Mrs. Bridges had come to terms with the reality of it a long time ago.
She had done the necessary mental preparation and shed all the tears there were to cry.
Even if a doctor had delivered bad news tonight, someone with her stoic personality wouldn’t react like this.
That wasn’t the reaction of an exhausted wife grieving bad medical news. That was a reaction born of pure… fear.
Suddenly, a glaring inconsistency hit Sienna.
She snapped her head up, looking at the directory sign hanging above the corridor.