Chapter 302
But it only lasted for a split second.
Celeste quickly slipped back into her fragile victim persona, casually avoiding Jarred’s gaze as if nothing had happened.
The moment Celeste finished speaking, Mrs. Bridges’ weeping turned agonizingly shrill.
Her suppressed sobs shattered into full-blown wails—heart-wrenching and thoroughly steeped in absolute despair.
The surrounding crowd instantly came to a realization, the scales in everyone’s minds tipping entirely against Sienna.
Everyone directed venomous glares at her.
Helena instantly flew into a rage, glaring at Sienna with sheer revulsion.
“Sienna! Do you even have a heart? As a woman, how could you? That girl is so young, with a bright future ahead of her.
You are so incredibly vicious, using a child’s future to force an elder into committing a crime! How can you be this malicious p>
The old matriarch’s expression darkened completely.
With trembling hands, she waved over a nearby bodyguard, her aged voice carrying unquestionable authority: “Hurry, call Mrs. Bridges’ daughter. Find out what’s going on over there.
If anything has happened to that child, no one is walking away from this today p>
The bodyguard moved swiftly, digging the phone out of Mrs. Bridges’ pocket, finding the daughter’s number, and dialing.
The line connected after just two rings.
A young girl’s soft, clear voice drifted from the speaker, “Mom p>
The instant she heard her daughter’s voice, Mrs. Bridges lunged forward as if grabbing onto her last lifeline.
She scrambled on her hands and knees, snatching the phone away.
Her voice shook violently, yet she desperately tried to sound normal: “Daisy, how are you? Are you okay right now? Tell Mom, is anyone bullying you p>
The girl’s voice carried a hint of unease as she obediently replied, “I’m fine, Mom, it’s just that there are two men constantly following me.
They watch me when I eat, go to class, and even when I rest. I’m a little uncomfortable.
They said Ms. Sloan sent them to protect me, and that once you finish your business, I can go home. Mom, when can I come back p>
Mrs. Bridges’ tears fell like a broken dam.
She bit down hard on her lip, refusing to let a sob escape.
She wanted so badly to tell her daughter to run, to scream that those men were not Ms. Sloan’s people to warn her that she wasan grave danger. in
But she couldn’t.
She knew if she said a single wrong word, her daughter might truly never make it back.
Fighting back her sobs, she shakily reassured her: “Soon… just wait a little longer, Daisy. Mom will be quick p>
The girl on the other end instantly sensed something was wrong, her tone growing tense: “Mom? Are you crying? Did something happen p>
Mrs. Bridges opened her mouth, but before she could answer.
A burst of static crackled through the phone, and the call was abruptly disconnected from the other side.
A deathly silence blanketed the courtyard.
Mrs. Bridges slumped to the ground, covering her face as she broke down into agonizing sobs; her utterly state stirred deep despairingveryone watching. sympathy in
Celeste quietly rolled her wheelchair over to Mrs. Bridges, carefully reaching out to support the devastated woman.
Her expression was gentle, playing, the role of the compassionate savior perfectly yet every word she spoke was designed to fan the flames.
“Don’t be afraid. With the matriarch and Jarred here, no one can bully you.
If you have anything to say, just tell them. The Sterling family will definitely seek justice for you and your daughter p>
To outsiders, her gentle comfort seemed like the pure kindness and sympathy of someone protecting the weak.
The onlookers exchanged sympathetic glances, their eyes turning to Sienna with the icy condemnation reserved for a true monster.
Only Sienna knew just how lethal Celeste’s comfort was to Mrs. Bridges right now.
She wasn’t saving a life; she was committing murder, carving out Mrs. Bridges’ heart piece by piece with the gentlest blade imaginable.