Chapter 387
Even if she couldn’t get parole immediately, she figured it would sway Jarred’s resolve and win over everyone else.
But she never anticipated that Sienna was more ruthless than her.
Leaving her absolutely no leeway, shoving her directly into an even deeper circle of hell!
Celeste thrashed and screamed, her fingers digging desperately into the doorframe.
No matter how hard the staff pulled, she refused to let go.
Her gaze darted frantically around, desperate and confused, as if searching for a savior.
Unfortunately, the dim hallway offered nothing but the pungent stench of decay.
Soon, Celeste was officially transferred into St. Jude’s High-Security Psychiatric Facility.
Early the next morning.
Sienna had just returned to her office after morning rounds when her subordinate called.
“Ms. Sloan, the people at Sterling Manor found out about Ms. Carlyle being committed to the psychiatric ward. Eleanor and Helena rushed over there first thing this morning p>
Sienna tapped her fingertips against her desk, her voice freezing cold. “Don’t let anyone near her. Not even to pass a message p>
“Understood,” the subordinate replied, then added cautiously, “Ms. Sloan, there’s one more thing. Word from the psychiatric ward says p>
Ms. Carlyle has been telling everyone that you’ve always misunderstood her, accusing her of trying to hurt the old man, and that she’s trying to steal Mr. Sterling from you p>
She claimed she never had a single bad intention.
She also said… you’re just incredibly insecure, and that she doesn’t blame you for being harsh on her p>
By the end, the subordinate’s voice had dropped to a terrified whisper, holding their breath in anticipation of Sienna’s explosion.
Little did they know, Sienna simply let out a cold laugh. “Do people actually believe the ramblings of a psychiatric patient p>
The subordinate didn’t answer, but Sienna could already guess.
Celeste was faking crazy anyway; of course, she was going to use every trick in the book to work the crowd now that she was in there.
To outsiders, she was a woman driven to a dead end, locked up in a psych ward, enduring endless captivity and torture.
Yet she still went out of her way to defend Sienna, making excuses for her and refusing to utter a single bad word.
In stark contrast, Sienna was the woman wielding absolute power, driving her to ruin with zero mercy.
Comparing the two, the verdict was obvious; public opinion was easily swayed.
In just one night, she had perfectly: cemented her persona: the innocent, gentle, and magnanimous victim viciously targeted by her powerful rival.
Less than an hour after the order to isolate Celeste was issued.
Helena and Eleanor showed up at her door.
Hospitals were never short on drama, but today’s spectacle truly opened the eyes of the psychiatric ward’s medical staff.
Helena strutted in on three-inch stilettos, trailed by a vicious-looking Eleanor.
The two women stormed fiercely through the waiting area, making a beeline straight for Sienna’s office.
“Sienna Sloan! Get out here p>
Helena’s shrill voice shattered the quiet atmosphere of the room.
She shoved the door open with one hand, her long, manicured finger pointed practically at Sienna’s forehead.
“What kind of poisonous scheme are you running here? Celeste is such an innocent, sweet girl.
We haven’t even settled the score for you framing her for prison, and how you have the sheer malice to lock her in a psych ward p>
Eleanor sank into a chair with arrogant superiority, tapping aggressively on her phone a few times.
Then, she slammed it onto the desk in front of Sienna.
“You have exactly one minute to release Celeste. Otherwise, you can kiss your career goodbye p>
Sienna noted the disdain in Eleanor’s eyes and glanced down at the phone.
A mocking sneer touched her lips.