Chapter 420
Sienna Sloan finished the arduous two-hour treatment and put away her medical instruments.
She walked slowly out of the elderly patriarch’s bedroom and headed down the stairs.
Just as she rounded the corner of the staircase, a flamboyant figure unexpectedly caught her eye.
Daisy Bridges was wearing a pale ivory silk slip nightgown.
The hem was adorned with subtle pearl patterns, loosely draping over her petite frame.
Wearing soft slippers, she paced leisurely along the second-floor corridor, an area that belonged exclusively to Sienna.
Her back was straight, her posture arrogant, and her eyes darted around in assessment.
Every movement was a blatant declaration of ownership, radiating a deliberate, brazen attitude.
Sienna’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
Her brows furrowed the moment her gaze landed on that nightgown.
It was a limited-edition haute couture silk piece from last year, exquisitely soft and incredibly expensive—originally custom-made specifically for her.
Because she rarely stayed at Sterling Manor, she kept her clothes sealed away in her private walk-in closet, untouched for ages.
For a split second, she couldn’t immediately place where she had seen it.
But a strong, inexplicable sense of familiarity and violation welled up inside her.
Before Sienna could fully process it, the situation shifted.
Daisy, who had been strolling so leisurely, suddenly spotted the owner and switched her demeanor in the blink of an eye.
The arrogant triumph in her eyes vanished, instantly replaced by a teary, aggrieved gleam.
She hurried over to Sienna, her voice trembling softly as she put on a mask of pure terror.
“Ms. Sloan, I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad p>
Daisy nervously clutched the hem of the nightgown, her eyes rimmed with red, her tone dripping with apparent remorse.
“I just arrived at the manor and didn’t bring any luggage, so I don’t have a change of clothes right now.
Jarred… Jarred saw how distressed I was and told me to just grab something from your closet to wear for the time being p>
She lifted her tear-filled eyes to look at Sienna, her explanation sounding humble, yet every word was laced with a hidden boast.
“Jarred already had a designer brand send some clothes over for me; they should be here soon.
When they arrive, I promise to wasḥ this perfectly clean, iron it flat, and return it to you. You won’t hold this. against me right?
That little speech instantly jolted Sienna’s memory.
It was indeed her nightgown.
The entire second-floor walk-in closet of this old manor, from its interior design to every single item inside, was sienna’s private. property.
When she first joined the Sterling family, the patriarch had custom built this private space just for her, and no one else had the right. to touch it.
Everyone had their own designated wings in the manor, including the matriarch and Helena.
Jarred and Sienna’s quarters were the closest to the patriarch’s.
However, she and Jarred always lived at Solstice Hill and rarely returned to the family estate.
This nightgown had been locked away for so long that she had almost forgotten about it.
Looking at Daisy’s earnest, almost reverent face, Sienna nearly let out a laugh.
On the surface, she was offering a cautious apology, but her eyes held zero guilt or fear—only a smug, provocative glint.
Every word emphasized that Jarred had implicitly allowed her to wear Sienna’s private belongings.
It was a jab, implying that since Sienna left it vacant, she didn’t deserve these things.
Sienna found it rather amusing.
The young manipulators these days were really honing their craft; she wasn’t far off from Celeste Carlyle’s level.
She cast her eyes down at the girl putting on a show, her crisp voice turning suddenly icy.
“If you didn’t have a change of clothes, why didn’t you go buy some p>
Daisy froze, clearly not expecting Sienna’s first words to hit so directly at the core of the issue.
Before she could formulate a response, Sienna’s gaze grew even colder.