Chapter 294
By the time Sienna returned to the hospital, the sky had already grown dark.
As she was about to enter the building, she casually glanced up and spotted a familiar figure.
In a quiet, secluded corner nearby, Celeste sat in her wheelchair. Her posture was relaxed, but a distinct look of condescending arrogance danced across her features.
Standing directly across from her was none other than Mrs. Bridges.
Mrs. Bridges’s face was streaked with tears, her entire body trembling violently. She looked absolutely terrified and consumed by guilt.
She was pleading desperately, her posture completely slumped as her hands moved in constant, frantic gestures of begging.
It was as if she had committed an unforgivable sin, reducing herself to the dirt to beg for mercy.
In stark contrast, even while watching the older woman sob and beg, Celeste maintained that gentle, docile smile on her face, completely unmoved.
A terrifying sense of control and cold indifference was hidden deep in her gaze.
Sienna couldn’t hear what they were discussing, but her suspicions instantly flared.
She instinctively lightened her footsteps, trying to inch closer to catch their conversation.
Suddenly, Celeste spun her wheelchair around and headed in the opposite direction.
Sienna’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ducked into the dark shadows of a nearby tree.
She waited until the car carrying Celeste completely disappeared before stepping out to look for Mrs. Bridges.
Mrs. Bridges was still covered in tears. Looking completely devastated, she stumbled her way toward the neurology inpatient building.
Sienna had a strong premonition that whatever was going on between Celeste and Mrs. Bridges was deeply sinister.
She quickly stepped forward to intercept the older woman.
“Mrs. Bridges,” Sienna said softly. I just saw you talking to Celeste p>
Mrs. Bridges’s face instantly drained of color.
Sienna firmly grabbed her hand, her expression entirely serious and empathetic. “What exactly happened? Why are you so terrified of her p>
Mrs. Bridges’s lips trembled, sheer panic flashing in her eyes.
Sienna wrapped an arm around the trembling woman’s shoulders, her voice incredibly gentle. “It’s okay. You can trust me. I might be able to help you p>
Having her ultimate weakness exploited day after day, constantly living in a state of sheer terror and threats, Mrs. Bridges was already on the verge of a total psychological collapse.
She had always known Sienna to be a principled and righteous person. Compared to Celeste’s venomous scheming, she trusted Sienna completely.
The moment she felt that gentle reassurance, Mrs. Bridges’s defenses completely shattered, and she sobbed as she spilled the entire truth.
She glanced over her shoulder to ensure no one was watching before the tears fell uncontrollably.
“Ms. Sloan, the truth is, the old man never fell down those stairs at all p>
Sienna’s brow furrowed tightly, instantly piecing together what Mrs. Bridges was about to say.
“That day, I received a call from Helena asking me to come to the Manor to pick up the honey scones she made for Master Sterling.
But when I got there, I accidentally stumbled upon… Ms. Carlyle and the old man arguing aggressively in the Sweetbriar Woods in the backyard.
Ms. Carlyle was highly agitated, and she violently shoved his wheelchair into a Sweetbriar tree. He instantly p>
Mrs. Bridges paused, shaking her head with her eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to block out a horrifying memory.
“I was terrified, and I tried to run… but in my panic, I knocked over a trash can, and she saw me p>
She immediately ordered Greta to block off the woods and clean up any traces. Then she deliberately arranged for the maid to clean up: that fake blood by the stairs in front of everyone, staging an accident fo foof the entire family and Master Sterling.
Not only that, but Ms. Carlyle has a total grip on my husband’s attending physician. She threatened me over and over, saying if I breathed a single word of this to anyone, she would ruin my family p>
Mrs. Bridges gripped Sienna’s hand tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. “Ms. Sloan, I really can’t take this anymore! I don’t want to help her cover up her crimes and hurt people anymore. Please, I’m begging you, save my husband p>
Even though Sienna had already anticipated a shocking revelation, hearing the explicit details was still utterly explosive.
Sienna squeezed Mrs. Bridges’s hand, feeling the rough skin trembling violently beneath her grip.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the shock bubbling in her own chest. “Mrs Bridges don’t panic. I will find a way to transfer your husband to a different ward and get him a new doctor immediately.