Chapter 392
Jarred was a public official, making him the most qualified person to verify the evidence in this chaotic storm.
More than that, he wanted to shield Sienna and block out the vicious gossip aimed at her.
But just as he raised his hand, a light, serene female voice chimed in first.
“May I see that letter?” Sienna asked calmly.
Daisy froze, instinctively looking toward the imposing Jarred.
Under his heavy stare, her internal panic outweighed her resentment, and she reluctantly handed over the piece of paper.
Sienna’s fingertips lightly brushed the paper, her movements utterly poised.
Looking down to quickly scan the text, it took her a mere ten seconds to spot every single flaw in the document.
She had seen Mrs. Bridges’ handwriting before, and this letter genuinely looked like it had been penned by her.
If Celeste hadn’t hired someone to forge it, then Mrs. Bridges must have written it herself under Celeste’s instructions.
No matter the truth, she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Sienna’s heart sank, yet her facial expression remained absolutely neutral.
As a psychiatrist, she had undergone the most rigorous training.
She could maintain her composure under any circumstances.
Yet when her eyes skimmed over a few specific details, her pupils slightly contracted.
She looked up. “The date on this letter is wrong p>
Daisy’s face instantly went pale, a flash of unexpected confusion darting through her eyes.
Jarred’s gaze unconsciously darkened.
He had already had the letter analyzed; it was a ninety-six-point-something percent match to Mrs. Bridges’ handwriting.
Sienna’s eyes were placid as she slowly revealed the truth. “Mrs. Bridges spent her life farming. She didn’t know many words.
For half her life, she kept ledgers, wrote in diaries, and jotted down trivial matters. For decades, without fail, she strictly used the lunar calendar.
I happened to see her accounting books and notes before. There was never a single exception.
An elderly woman who lived her entire life by the lunar calendar wouldn’t suddenly switch to the Gregorian calendar for her final suicide note p>
As soon as she said this, many of the friends and neighbors who were familiar with Mrs Bridges began. nodding, their whispers growing louder and more frantic.
The crowd suddenly realized that, during holidays or whenever planning events, whether speaking or writing, Mrs. Bridges had always relied on lunar dates and had never once used the modern calendar.
Only Jarred looked at Sienna with a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
He knew Mrs. Bridges well because she had practically lived with him since his childhood.
But Sienna had only interacted with her for a few short years.
How could she have picked up on such an intricate detail?
Noticing the scrutiny in Jarred’s eyes, Sienna smoothly averted her gaze.
Of course, he had no idea that on the way here, she had completely familiarized herself with all of Mrs. Bridges’ habits from over the years.
Looking as if she couldn’t believe it, Daisy hurriedly snatched the letter back to look.
Sure enough, she found that the signature date was indeed the Gregorian calendar.
She hadn’t noticed it before; she only realized this detail after Sienna pointed it out.
Daisy’s panic intensified, her lips trembling slightly. “That doesn’t prove anything! Young people use the modern calendar mostly.
My mom has spent a lot of time with me, so naturally she picked up my habits p>
“Fine. Let’s assume you’re right p>
Sienna smiled faintly, her fingertip tapping the words on the letter as she continued her calm analysis.
“Then how do you explain this? The phrasing and writing style in this letter completely contradict Mrs. Bridges’ educational background p>
Her cool gaze swept over the pale-faced Daisy, her eyes aloof. “Mrs Bridges never attended school Her literacy was only enough for basic bookkeeping.
She had no literary talent and absolutely didn’t understand complex prose. In fact, she frequently used numbers and simple homophones as substitutes.
Yet in this supposed suicide note, there are perfectly structured, sophisticated sentences.
The vocabulary is elegant, the phrasing is impeccable, not a single word is wrong, and the grammar is flawless p>
She arched an eyebrow, her tone carrying a quiet mockery. “So, I’m extremely curious. Did your mother, at her advanced age suddenly take. a crash course in advanced- literature?