Chapter 390
The two pathetic figures fled in a panic, their ugly, frantic retreat exposing their true, trashy nature.
Sienna Sloan stood at the clinic door, watching their retreating backs.
The faint smile faded from her lips, replaced by a cold wave of annoyance.
She knew all too well how fiercely protective this family was.
And she never expected a single warning to make them back off completely.
Their stubbornness and plotting for revenge were completely within her expectations.
Without hesitation, Sienna pulled out her phone and dialed her private security team.
“Ms. Sloan,” her subordinate’s voice came through, deeply respectful.
Sienna’s tone returned to its usual crisp efficiency. “Is she secured p>
“Don’t worry. Ms. Carlyle has been isolated in a private VIP ward.
Aside from the staff delivering her three daily meals, she has no contact with anyone. All visitation channels are completely locked down.
The outside world can’t intervene at all; there are zero loopholes p>
He paused before adding, “Even the windows are sealed shut p>
Hearing this foolproof report, the tension between Sienna’s brows finally eased.
“No matter who it is, what excuse they use, or whose name they drop to request a visit, block them all.
Until I give the word, she doesn’t slip out of our control for a single second.
Helena was here today, screaming about getting her out. Be extra careful these next few days p>
“Understood. Rest assured, let alone a person, not even a fly could get in p>
The line went silent for a moment. He seemed to be hesitating before speaking up a few seconds later.
“Ms. Sloan, there’s one more thing… Mrs. Bridges’ funeral is at two o’clock this afternoon p>
Sienna’s eyelashes fluttered.
Even though Mrs. Bridges hadn’t been able to help her in the end, she had still been a pitiable woman.
Her voice was calm. “I know. Have my clothes ready and pick me up from the hospital on time p>
It was a standard arrangement, yet the man on the other end delayed his response sounding as though the had terrible news to break.
Sienna sharply caught the anomaly, her gaze turning somber. “What is it p>
He stammered, his voice dropping low as if afraid of being overheard.
“Well… Ms. Sloan, Jarred… Jarred didn’t arrange for you to attend p>
Sienna’s grip on the phone tightened for a split second, but her expression remained practically unchanged.
“Why?” she asked.
His voice began to tremble. “Ms. Sloan… did you not know p>
Sienna frowned.
“Mrs. Bridges’ daughter came back. She has… a letter in her hands. A letter about you p>
Sienna stood rooted to the spot, the phone pressed against her ear.
The light streaming in through the window at the end of the corridor illuminated half of her face.
The other half was cast in shadow, the contrast highlighting her tightly pursed lips.
Her gaze darkened. “What letter p>
“I don’t know the specifics,” he replied. “I just know her daughter was highly emotional, repeatedly screaming that you need to pay with your life. But Jarred stopped her p>
Hearing this, Sienna was instantly intrigued.
“Then I absolutely have to go to the funeral. I need to see exactly what Mrs. Bridges wrote about me p>
She let out a faint chuckle. “Have my clothes ready this afternoon and pick me up on time p>
“Yes, Ms. Sloan p>
At two o’clock that afternoon, inside The Everlasting Suite at Capital Memorial.
White floral tributes paved the way from the casket all the way to the doors, the air heavy with the scent of damp petals and somber perfume.
Solemn funeral music swept through the memorial hall on cue.
With dark drapes hanging low and a suffocating atmosphere, the entire room was submerged in unbreakable gloom and dead silence.