Chapter 297
To Celeste, Jarred was the only person she could rely on, the only one who could uphold justice for her.
But Jarred wasn’t looking at her.
From the very beginning, his intense gaze had never once left Sienna.
Those deep eyes were like an unfathomable pool of water—eerily calm on the surface, but churning with a violent undercurrent below.
His expression was impossible to read, not because it was too complex, but because it was far too restrained.
Receiving no response from Jarred, Celeste didn’t panic.
She lowered her eyes, and when she looked back up, the tears were already swirling in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
“Pig’s blood?” She frowned in apparent confusion, her voice so soft it sounded like she was about to shatter.
“Ms. Sloan, the Manor’s kitchen processes massive amounts of ingredients every day, and it’s located right next to the stairs. It’s completely normal to find traces of pig or sheep’s blood on the ground over there.
Besides, from start to finish, I never once claimed that the blood I had the maids clean up belonged to Grandpa p>
She turned her gaze to the crowd, acting as if she were pleading for a fair and just verdict. “You’re stubbornly insisting that I tried to murder Grandpa based on one tiny, insignificant trace?
You even went as far as sneaking into the Manor in the dead of night to deliberately tamper with the scene, all just to frame me p>
She turned to Dr. Clayton. “Dr. Clayton, you testified for her that I faked the scene. Does that mean you were also fully aware she was sneaking into the backyard tonight p>
Dr. Clayton choked on his words. Frowning, he shot an apologetic look at Sienna and shook his head helplessly. “I… I didn’t know p>
“Jarred, you heard everything,” Celeste said, her eyes turning completely red as her tone grew increasingly aggrieved and bitterly pitiful, designed to evoke maximum sympathy.
“My heart is truly breaking. Grandpa is lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and I’ve been so worried about him every single day that I can barely eat or sleep.
Yet Ms. Sloan repeatedly clings to baseless suspicions, going out of her way to throw dirty water on me and completely smear my name p>
Jarred’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily, but he didn’t utter a sound.
Seeing this, Helena immediately piggybacked on Celeste’s narrative, her face twisting with pure fury and disgust.
“Sienna! You are completely out of line! Celeste was practically raised by the Sterlings. She is kind-hearted, well-behaved, and sensible.
She has always stayed quietly at the Manor, diligently taking care of the old man. Why are you so incredibly vindictive?
To target her, you’re even willing to exploit a critically ill old man and Dr. Clayton? Are you even human p>
The grandmother stepped forward, leaning heavily on her cane, her face flushed with anger as she snapped, “When we all found him that day, the ground was completely covered in his blood! The maids simply cleaned it up.
You don’t even know the basic facts, yet you come here to falsely accuse Celeste. Dr. Clayton must have been completely deceived by you! What exactly are your intentions? If you ask me, you’re just pure evil! You just can’t stand seeing the Sterlings live in peace p>
Sienna stood quietly, listening to their barrage of insults without a single change in her expression.
Only after the grandmother finished her tirade did Sienna finally speak again, her voice as icy as the first winter frost.
“I’m not targeting anyone. I simply want the truth. He could not have fallen for absolutely no reason.
The fake pig’s blood is a fact, and the stairs not being the primary scene is also a fact.
I have a witness. She saw exactly what happened in the Sweetbriar Woods with her own two eyes.
Celeste got into a severe argument with him, and she was the one who pushed his wheelchair and crashed him into the tree p>
A bright gleam instantly flashed across Helena’s eyes. It was far too quick and far too obvious—as if she had been eagerly waiting for this exact sentence.
“A witness?” Helena sneered, her lips curling into a deeply triumphant, mocking smile. “This witness of yours… wouldn’t happen to be Jarred’s nanny, Mrs. Bridges, would it p>
Seeing the victorious sarcasm on Helena’s face, Sienna’s heart aggressively plummeted.