Chapter 397
“Just now, Daisy grabbed my sleeve p>
Jarred stared into her cool eyes, offering a low explanation wrapped in his signature domineering arrogance.
“She grew up in my home. From the very beginning, I’ve only ever viewed her as a helpless girl I needed to look after.
That’s it. I have never had any inappropriate thoughts about her.
Sienna, don’t throw a fit and fight with me over someone completely irrelevant p>
Sienna just felt a wave of sheer, physical revulsion, an intense nausea churning in her stomach.
A helpless girl.
What an all-purpose, absolutely disgusting excuse.
In the past, Celeste was the helpless girl he needed to indulge and spoil.
Now, Daisy was his innocent, fragile girl who needed his ultimate protection.
Up and down the Sterling family, there were simply way too many of these so-called ‘helpless girls’ swarming around him, so many it made her sick.
“A helpless girl p>
Sienna smiled thinly, dragging out her words with a sarcastic, mocking lilt.
“Aren’t they just meant to be spoiled? As if I don’t understand the beloved traditions of the Sterlings p>
She emphasized the word ‘spoiled’ heavily, making the bitter sarcasm impossible to miss.
Jarred’s gaze instantly turned pitch-black, every shred of warmth vanishing from his eyes.
“You know I hate it when you say things like that.” His voice was incredibly low, sounding as if it were squeezed directly from his chest.
Sienna let out a mocking laugh.
“You hate hearing me say it p>
She tilted her head, looking at him with an expression of almost childlike innocence. “What… do you want me to sing it to you instead p>
Jarred’s face completely darkened like a frozen lake, an overwhelming oppressiveness swirling in his eyes.
Staring at his furious face, Sienna smirked with total indifference. “Are you even worthy p>
The moment she said that, she yanked her arm back, cleanly and effortlessly shaking off his grip on her wrist.
Her force was cold and decisive, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
Sienna didn’t spare him another glance. She turned, pulled the car door open, and her driver quickly started the engine.
Her movements were fluid and natural, devoid of the slightest bit of reluctance.
The black car pulled away smoothly, vanishing from the parking lot in the blink of an eye, leaving the man standing alone entirely in the dust
Jarred stood completely alone in the howling wind, his tall figure painted with endless loneliness and isolation.
He watched the car disappear into the distance, his thin lips pressed into a hard line.
Countless emotions churned wildly in his eyes, completely unseen by the world.
He had never cared this deeply or been this infinitely patient with anyone else.
Yet with Sienna, he was utterly helpless.
The wind swept past him, stripping away all the residual heat, leaving him with nothing but sheer desolation.
By the time Jarred made it back to the Special Ops Unit, it was almost six o’clock.
He didn’t return to his office, heading straight to the tech department instead.
“Garrett.” He pushed the door open. “I need an analysis done p>
Garrett Holden from the tech department was packing up to leave for the day. Seeing Jarred walk in, he paused. “Captain Sterling? Is it an emergency
“Extremely urgent p>
Jarred dropped the sealed evidence bag containing the letter, along with the handwriting samples of Mrs. Bridges he had demanded from Daisy, onto the desk. བཞེས་པ་ན་ ་ ི་ ་
Garrett glanced at the letter in the bag, then noted the look on Jarred’s face, his brow furrowing.
“Didn’t we already run this p>
“Run a semantic analysis this time,” Jarred ordered.
“Cross-reference the vocabulary, sentence structure, and punctuation habits between this letter and the samples.
I need to know if the content of this letter was genuinely written by the same person.
If not, find the forger p>
Garrett shot him a look. “Semantic analysis isn’t my specialty. We’ll have to pull in a linguistics expert, and that’s going to take time p>
“Find one. I don’t care how much it costs p>
Garrett nodded and picked up the phone.
Jarred stepped out of the tech department and stood by the window at the end of the corridor.
Outside, the city had already lit up for the night. Millions of lights shined brightly, yet not a single one belonged to him.