Chapter 411
Sienna remained entirely unmoved. “If you want justice, you should go look for the real killer instead of framing innocent people p>
With that, she moved to brush Daisy’s hand away.
But Daisy refused to let go. Clutching Mrs. Bridges’s portrait with one hand, she wept hysterically.
Just as Daisy looked ready to collapse and the three influencers were about to slip away, a commotion broke out at the lobby entrance.
Sienna’s gaze followed the crowd toward the noise.
There, she spotted an all-too-familiar figure.
Jarred!
He was wearing a black overcoat, his expression thunderous, with Declan Ward and his driver trailing closely behind him.
The moment Daisy saw him, she lunged forward, throwing her arms around his waist. She buried her face in his chest, trembling as she sobbed.
“Jarred… you’re here… She… she said the suicide note was fake… she said my mom’s voice memo p>
I… I don’t know what to do… Jarred, please help me p>
She cried like a child abandoned by the entire world.
Jarred looked down at her shaking shoulders, her tear-stained face, and the white-knuckled grip she had on his coat.
His lips pressed into a tight, grim line.
Then, he reached out and gently patted her shoulder.
The stragglers lingering in the lobby witnessed the entire exchange.
A few nurses exchanged bewildered glances.
A young nurse who recognized Jarred whispered, “Isn’t that Dr. Sloan’s husband p>
Sienna said nothing. Her cool gaze simply locked onto the man standing across from her, who was looking right back.
She knew he had something to say.
Jarred gently detached himself from Daisy and walked over to Sienna.
His eyes held a complicated mix of heartache and guilt.
But what shone through most clearly at this moment was a suppressed layer of impatience.
He lowered his voice, though the people standing nearby could still hear him perfectly.
“Couldn’t you have just spoken to her nicely? She just got back from overseas; she doesn’t understand how things work.
She just lost her mother. She’s all alone, her father is bedridden. She’s a young girl with no one to lean on.
You’re a therapist. Don’t you realize how fragile her mental state is right now p>
Sienna stared at him, a trace of mockery surfacing in her clear eyes, yet she remained silent.
Jarred’s gaze turned frosty, his voice dropping even lower. “I know you feel wronged, but are you only going to be satisfied when you’ve pushed her over the edge p>
Finishing his thought, he lifted a hand to gently pat the girl’s back, his tone offering a level of comfort that Sienna had never received from him.
“From now on, consider me family. No one will ever make things difficult for you again p>
Watching the familiar, sickening display, Sienna felt absolutely nothing.
She finally spoke, her tone flat and. her beautiful face devoid of emotion “She brought three influencers with tens of millions of followers into the hospital where work.
In front of hundreds of patients and their families, she called me a murderer p>
Jarred parted his lips to speak.
“My patients are looking at me like I’m a killer. My superiors ordered my suspension.
My name is trending for all the wrong reasons. My entire career could have been destroyed today p>
Sienna met his eyes.
The look in her eyes made Jarred’s chest tighten painfully.
It was a chilling indifference he had never seen from her before, and it terrified him.
“And you’re asking me,” she said softly, “if I’m trying to push her over the edge p>
Jarred’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
He wanted to say that wasn’t what he meant, but the words died on his tongue.
Sienna didn’t wait for his answer.
She turned away and directed her icy voice toward the three influencers trying to sneak off.
“Hold on. The stream isn’t over yet p>
The three influencers froze in their tracks.
“Point the camera at me. I have one last thing to say p>