Chapter 413
But she had already been locked up in a psychiatric hospital. How was she pulling this off?
Sienna didn’t say a word, simply dialing her operative’s number.
The call connected quickly, and the operative’s respectful voice came through the speaker. “Ms. Sloan p>
“How is Celeste doing lately p>
“Everything is normal. She’s in solitary confinement, under twenty-four-hour surveillance, and completely isolated,” the operative replied with certainty.
“However, her old leg injury has suffered a severe infection, causing a persistent, recurring low-grade fever.
Recently, the ward doctor has been going in daily on a set schedule to debride the wound, change her dressings, and administer treatment p>
Sienna’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk. “Is the doctor visiting frequently p>
“Quite frequently over the last few days p>
The three women exchanged glances, a shared understanding settling over them.
Everyone thought Celeste was entirely neutralized, completely overlooking this one fatal loophole.
High walls could lock a person away, but they couldn’t stop the hidden pieces of her game from moving.
Sienna’s eyes darkened with a chilling resolve. “From now on, every time the doctor goes in for a treatment, there must be a second person present. Never leave her alone with the physician.
The operative sounded mildly surprised. “Ms. Sloan, you suspect the doctor is compromised p>
“The doctor might not have the guts to actively collude,” Sienna said, narrowing her eyes. “But Celeste will try every trick in the book to establish contact with the outside world.
If she really is orchestrating all of this, there has to be a channel we haven’t found yet. Better safe than sorry. Keep a closer watch p>
“Understood p>
Sienna ended the call.
An intensely heavy atmosphere blanketed the room.
Thea’s ringing phone shattered the silence. She glanced at the screen, then excitedly shoved it in front of the other two.
“My contact just sent this. It’s the account used to wire the funds to those three influencers p>
Sienna and Luna leaned in to get a better look.
It was one of the very accounts they had been investigating.
Sienna’s gaze grew deeply somber.
It seemed this trip to Zurich was absolutely unavoidable now.
By the time Jarred escorted Daisy out of the hospital, the sky outside was pitch black.
She trailed behind him like an abandoned kitten.
She matched his steps exactly, too afraid to speak, only letting out an occasional, muffled sob.
The fierce night wind whipped at her black mourning clothes, making her look incredibly fragile and small.
The driver had already pulled up to the curb. Seeing Jarred approach, he hurried to open the rear door.
Jarred slid into the vehicle, and Daisy naturally followed. She sat down beside him shrinking into the corner by the door to maintain a cautious distance.
The heat inside the car was blasting.
Jarred loosened his tie, closed his eyes, and leaned heavily against the leather seat an undeniable exhaustion settling over his brow.
“Sir, to the Bridges’ Residence?” Barrett, the driver, asked from the front seat, awaiting instructions.
Before Jarred could answer, a tiny, muffled whimper came from his side.
“Jarred p>
He opened his eyes and turned his head.
Daisy was staring at her lap, her hands resting on her knees. Her fingers were twisted together so tightly they had lost all color.
“I… I don’t want to go home p>
Her voice was pitiful and helpless. “My mom isn’t there anymore. The second I walk in, I’ll see her slippers, her apron her reading glasses sitting on the coffee table p>
That empty house… every single corner of it is just a reminder that my mom is gone.
Jarred, I can’t take it… I miss her so much p>
Daisy couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. They fell in heavy drops, splashing onto the backs of her hands.
She looked up at the intimidating man beside her, a careful, probing look hidden deep in her eyes.
“Can I… go with you p>
Glancing through the rearview mirror, the driver watched the tense standoff in the back seat, not daring to make a move on his own.
Jarred’s lips pressed together, his dark eyes masking whatever emotions were swirling beneath the surface.