Chapter 414
Jarred remained silent.
Looking at this nineteen-year-old girl, the image of Mrs. Bridges flashed through his mind.
Mrs. Bridges had always treated him with genuine warmth, only to toil away half her life and meet such a tragic end.
Seeing the girl grieving her closest family member in such a pathetic state made it incredibly difficult for him to harden his heart.
He stayed quiet for a few seconds before letting out a heavy, solemn breath. “Forget it,” he said, his voice flat and detached.
The driver immediately caught his drift and swiftly turned the steering wheel.
Barrett had served Jarred for many years; he knew exactly what those two words meant.
Accelerating the engine, the car slowly rolled out of the hospital parking lot and merged into traffic.
Daisy’s shoulders finally relaxed.
She lifted her head, stealing a cautious glance at the man beside her.
Jarred leaned back against his seat, the shifting streetlights painting his profile in alternating flashes of brilliance and shadow.
He sat there like a sheathed blade—his deadly edge concealed, yet unable to fully hide his raw, terrifying power.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze.
Jarred threw a sideways glance her way, his dark eyes completely devoid of warmth.
“Sienna is not the one who murdered your mother p>
His tone was as level as ever, yet every word demanded absolute compliance.
“Unless you have concrete evidence, you are never to cause an impulsive scene like that again p>
Daisy’s fingers intertwined nervously once more.
“I will give you an explanation for what happened to your mother p>
Jarred continued without looking at her, his eyes fixed on the neon lights blurring past the window.
“Before then, if you provoke Sienna again, I’ll ship you back to school, and you’ll never set foot here again p>
Panic seized Daisy’s heart. She bit her lip as fresh tears welled up in her eyes.
“Jarred, I she stammered through a sob, looking at him pitifully.
“I didn’t mean to do it. I wasn’t trying to target Ms. Sloan.
I was just in so much pain. My chest felt so tight, and it was like hating someone was the only way I could survive these horrible days p>
Her voice grew smaller and smaller until it was barely a whisper. “I know I was wrong. I’ll never do it again p>
Jarred finally turned his head and gave her a look.
Seeing that her apology seemed genuine and that she wasn’t just being stubbornly malicious, he relented.
The tension in Jarred’s brow smoothed out slightly, though his tone remained flat. “How much did you pay those three influencers p>
Daisy froze for a split second before shaking her head vigorously. “I didn’t spend a single cent p>
Jarred’s eyebrow twitched upward.
“It’s true, Jarred,” Daisy hurried to explain in her sweetest voice.
“Everything my mom saved up over the years went toward paying for my education and helping out at home. I’ve never dared to waste a dime
I just had a moment of weakness and made an online post to vent my frustrations.
Those three influencers reached out to me on their own. They said they wanted to help me get justice p>
As she spoke, more tears tumbled down her cheeks. “I really didn’t know things would turn out like this.
I never thought so many people would read it, or that people would ambush her at the hospital, and I certainly never thought p>
Jarred, if I had known it was going to cause her so much trouble, I never would have made that post in the first place p>
Jarred didn’t make a sound.
His gaze drifted toward an invisible point in the distance.
The aura radiating from him, however, was growing colder by the second.
This situation wasn’t simply a grieving girl lashing out. Someone was deliberately fanning the flames from the shadows, using her as a weapon.
The temperature inside the car plummeted to freezing.
The man was engulfed in a suffocating, icy pressure. His stony silence was infinitely more terrifying than a furious interrogation.
Daisy couldn’t suppress a violent shiver.
Biting her lower lip, she adopted a perfectly meek and remorseful posture. “Jarred, I promise I will go find Ms. Sloan and apologize to her in person later. Please don’t be mad at me, okay p>