Chapter 337
“Mrs. Sterling is standing right here. Who the hell are you calling Madam?” Declan’s voice was like a blade. “Can’t even recognize the real boss of the house? Are you out of your mind p>
The maid was knocked dizzy, clutching her face as she froze in place.
She instinctively looked toward Jarred, her eyes wide with desperation and sheer panic.
Jarred’s gaze fell coldly upon her. There was zero warmth in his eyes, only an invisible, piercing lethality. “When did I ever call her my wife p>
The maid completely froze, a violent chill running through her veins.
Since the day she started working here, everyone in the villa had treated Celeste as the lady of the house.
The very first day she met Celeste, she respectfully called her Madam. The woman hadn’t corrected her; in fact, she had smiled and accepted it.
She genuinely thought p>
Only now did it brutally dawn on her how astronomically wrong she had been.
The woman standing on the stairs was the real master of this house!
Sienna remained leaning against the banister, her posture entirely relaxed.
She watched the entire scene unfold with a faint, indifferent smile, as if she were simply watching a play that had absolutely nothing to do with her.
It wasn’t until the maid’s terrified gaze shifted to her that she finally reacted.
She tilted her head slightly, her tone smoothly detached. “Why did you stop? Weren’t you about to tell your boss how his sweetheart’s legs are doing p>
Jarred’s eyes snapped up, his dark, complicated gaze locking onto Sienna’s face.
Seeing her freezing, unapproachable demeanor, his brow furrowed deeply.
The maid was shaking violently, her lips trembling so much her words came out in broken pieces. “I… I don’t know what happened.
“When I went in… I saw Ms. Carlyle collapsed on the floor, saying she was in agony.
“I asked her where it hurt, but she couldn’t speak… Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking… It looked absolutely terrifying p>
Jarred’s eyes darkened drastically, his voice slicing through the air. “Did you call a doctor p>
“N-no… not yet p>
“You didn’t call a doctor, but you came running to me?” Jarred’s dark aura flared violently, his tone dropping to a terrifying chill. “Can;I cure her, or am I supposed to take the pain for her p>
He was usually so indifferent and composed; it was extremely rare to see him lose his temper and show such raw agitation.
The maid was already terrified out of her wits, bowing repeatedly in apology. “I… I didn’t dare make the call without permission p>
“Ms. Carlyle was crying so hard, constantly screaming your name. I didn’t know what to do p>
Jarred closed his eyes and let out a heavy, suppressed breath.
His long fingers tugged sharply at his tie, as if trying to rip away the suffocating irritation and impatience burning in his chest.
When he opened his eyes again, his voice had returned to its usual aristocratic coldness, though layered with thin disgust, “Get out of my sight and call the doctors
“Yes, sir p>
The maid frantically scrambled away.
As the chaos subsided, a dead silence fell over the living room once more.
Jarred slowly turned his head, his gaze landing back on Sienna.
The shadows in his eyes were even deeper and more complicated than before, like a pool of stirred-up murky water hiding something unreadable beneath.
His shoulders dropped slightly, and he asked in a low voice, carrying an unintentional, almost vulnerable edge, “What did you do to her p>
He knew his past bias had put Sienna through immense grief.
He didn’t blame her for striking back, but he couldn’t stop the panic rising in his chest. He desperately needed to confirm she was alright, terrified she had crossed a line she couldn’t come back from.
Meeting his dark, conflicted gaze, Sienna’s smile only grew colder. “Why don’t you go upstairs and see for yourself p>
Before the last word even settled, the maid’s frantic scream pierced through the ceiling once again. “Sir! Please hurry! Ms. Carlyle… she’s not going to make it p>