Chapter 386
All the staff members’ eyes widened in sheer disbelief, their faces etched with absolute shock.
Jarred’s expression turned incredibly grim in that split second.
His jaw was locked tight, a vein visibly throbbing at his temple.
He looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
He thought the worst-case scenario for this evaluation would be a rejection of the medical parole, keeping the status quo.
He never imagined that Sienna would ruthlessly commit Celeste straight to the highest-security psychiatric ward—a place with zero freedom.
He had just seen Celeste; he was certain she was genuinely traumatized.
But it absolutely wasn’t severe enough to warrant locking her away in a high-security mental ward.
This so-called persecution mania, this extreme emotional instability.
He was a hundred percent sure Sienna was making this diagnosis out of sheer spite.
She didn’t want to treat Celeste; she wanted to cage her in an impenetrable fortress she could never escape from.
But who was Sienna?
Ever since Jonathan Coleman stepped back a few years ago, she had practically become the ultimate authority in psychiatry.
Not a single person in the room doubted her diagnosis.
Director Madeline Vane nodded, immediately ordering her subordinates, “We follow Dr. Sloan’s diagnosis to the letter. Get it arranged right away p>
“Yes, ma’am p>
All the staff sprang into action.
Jarred’s face darkened drastically, a thick layer of frost overtaking his black eyes, his aura dropping to terrifyingly low pressure.
He spoke up immediately, “I disagree. Celeste’s condition is nowhere near severe enough to require placement in a high-security psychiatric ward p>
Everyone’s gaze shifted to him.
Sienna looked at him, too, her eyes calm. “Captain Sterling, weren’t you the one fighting for medical parole?
Weren’t you the one insisting her mental state was poor and required professional treatment?
I’ve just provided her with the most highly specialized treatment plan. You should be thrilled p>
She tilted her head slightly, her lips. curving into a half-smile. “The medical facilities and security measures at the psychiatric ward are the best in the entire city.
Receiving treatment there is the safest option for her. I’m only doing what’s best for her p>
Those last few words were dripping with venomous sarcasm.
She understood exactly how Celeste’s mind worked.
This entire charade of playing the madwoman had one sole objective.
To fake insanity to dodge prison time, using medical parole as a get-out-of-jail-free card.
And then, banking on Jarred’s blind favoritism, bid her time for a comeback.
The harder Celeste tried to use sickness to buy her freedom, the harder Sienna would crush all her pathetic hopes.
The high-security psychiatric ward was the most heavily guarded, completely isolated and mercilessly monitored place in the entire Capital.
Once checked in, there were no strings to pull, no favors to call in, and no loopholes to exploit.
Celeste would never be able to pass messages or scheme behind the scenes ever again.
Jarred saw through Sienna’s intentions with crystal clarity; he recognized the meticulously laid trap.
But he was absolutely powerless to argue or refute it.
He could fight the most heinous criminals, resolve any crisis, and withstand the fiercest storms.
Yet he couldn’t protect a single Celeste, let alone win against Sienna’s perfectly calculated, bulletproof counterattack.
“Captain Sterling.” Sienna’s voice snapped him back to reality. “If there are no other objections, I have Warden Coleman process the paperwork p>
Jarred’s lips parted, but he said nothing.
His deep gaze locked onto her exquisite, slightly amused face, his brow furrowing deeply.
Sienna smirked in satisfaction and turned to give the staff the signal.
Inside the cell, the wails on Celeste’s face abruptly froze.
She looked up in utter disbelief at the nurses coming to take her away, her eyes widening with genuine horror.
She thought that pulling off a pity party would at least earn her some sympathy and buy her some time.