Chapter 467
All the color vanished from Daisy’s face.
Her lips trembled violently, and her voice cracked under the weight of her panic. “You… you’re making things up p>
“We both know whether I’m making things up or not.” Sienna turned gracefully to walk away. “I heard your apology. I don’t accept it. You can leave now p>
She hadn’t taken more than two steps before she heard the distinct sound of Daisy grinding her teeth.
“Sienna Sloan, who the hell do you think you are? You’re just a pathetic woman on the verge of divorce. What gives you the right to lecture me p>
Sienna didn’t even bother turning around.
She could hear the raw, unhinged hatred bleeding through Daisy’s voice—the mask had finally shattered.
That venom was real.
The apologies, the tears, the submissive act—it had all been a desperate, calculated lie.
Sienna kept walking.
Anything and anyone connected to Jarred Sterling was something she absolutely refused to entertain anymore.
Frantic footsteps echoed behind her. Daisy was giving chase.
Sienna picked up her pace slightly—not out of fear, but purely out of sheer exhaustion. She had zero desire to waste another second on someone addicted to their own theatrical delusions.
Watching Sienna’s proud, unbothered silhouette retreat down the corridor, Daisy felt the blood drain from her face as overwhelming humiliation and vicious resentment surged through her veins.
She had spent her entire life clinging to the Sterling family, practically growing up alongside Jarred.
Her devotion might have been pathetic, but it was deeper and more desperate than anyone else’s.
She knew that Jarred treated everyone with an ingrained, detached gentlemanly grace.
But around Sienna, he was entirely different. There was a repressed, visceral intensity he reserved exclusively for her.
Why?
Why did a cold, indifferent woman like Sienna, who never fought for his attention, hold Jarred’s heart in a vice grip?
Why did she, after years of meticulous plotting and maneuvering, end up banished overseas like trash, forced to exit the stage in absolute disgrace?
The suffocating, toxic rage completely obliterated whatever logic Daisy had left.
A vicious, feral glint flashed through her eyes.
If she wasn’t going to get a dignified exit or a single ounce of his sympathy, then she would personally burn everyone else’s dignity to the ground.
Daisy lunged forward, throwing herself directly into Sienna’s path.
Her eyes welled with perfectly timed tears as she deliberately stumbled forward, violently closing the distance in a blatant attempt to force a physical collision.
“Dr. Sloan, I know you despise me! I made horrible mistakes in the past, and you have every right to hate me p>
But please, I’m begging you to forgive me just this once! I swear I’ll never do it again p>
Her posture was overly submissive, her movements wildly exaggerated.
It was painfully obvious. She wanted to provoke Sienna. She wanted Sienna to shove her away in disgust.
Even the slightest defensive reflex from Sienna would be enough for Daisy to weaponize the encounter.
She would lock in the narrative that Sienna was a ruthless, aggressive bully who kicked people when they were down.
She was gambling that Sienna would lose her temper, act out, and ruin her flawless composure.
She was betting that even if Jarred saw through the manipulation, his lingering guilt over her deceased mother would compel him to protect her.
But Sienna had read her playbook cover to cover.
Faced with Daisy’s aggressive emotional blackmail, Sienna didn’t even flinch.
She slightly raised her gaze, her eyes as piercing as glacial ice, her voice dripping with condescending mockery. “Trying to stage a collision to frame me?
Daisy Bridges, if you’re going to be brainless, at least try to be quiet about it. Stop overestimating your own intelligence.
Do you honestly think staging a pathetic victim act will suddenly make Jarred disgusted with me and sympathetic to you? You think this crrcus trek is going to keep you by his side p>
Every single word was a lethal strike, completely annihilating the last shreds of Daisy’s fragile ego.
“You know better than anyone that in his eyes, you don’t even warrant the energy it takes to be angry.
All your petty little schemes are nothing but a pathetic joke you’re playing on yourself p>
With that, Sienna spun around and walked away.
Staring at the contemptuous smirk on Sienna’s face, Daisy looked like a walking corpse.
The twisted, suffocating hatred she had repressed for so long erupted entirely, her eyes burning with a psychotic, bloodshot intensity.
Just as her sanity snapped and she was on the verge of a total public meltdown, a soft, barely audible whisper drifted over from the deserted corner of the corridor.