Chapter 523
She didn’t even remember to wipe it up, freezing in place as every drop of color drained from her face.
She had thought her cover-up was flawless, that she could protect Celeste’s safety for a lifetime.
She never expected someone would catch their fatal flaw so quickly.
But how did they find out? They had rushed the cremation and burial without pausing for a single second.
To avoid drawing attention, they had even skipped the memorial service.
During that entire time, aside from their own people at the estate, no one had touched the urn—so who could it be?
At that thought, Helena’s memory violently jolted p>
Right! Sienna Sloan!
That day, Sienna was the only outsider who had touched the urn! She had even knocked it over!
She snapped her head up, only to find Jarred staring at her with a heavy, penetrating gaze.
The panic on both of their faces, their frantic and unguarded reactions, were completely taken in by Jarred.
His brows furrowed sharply, layers of ice building in his deep dark eyes.
He turned to Declan, his voice dangerously low, carrying the weight of an approaching storm. “Who submitted the evidence p>
Declan swallowed hard, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. “It… it was Sienna’s lawyer, Thea Stanton p>
The answer was glaringly obvious; the mastermind behind this needed no introduction.
The massive cabin instantly fell terrifyingly quiet.
Jarred stood frozen for a split second, his spine turning completely rigid.
His right hand was still resting on the edge of the table, but his knuckles unconsciously tightened.
In Celeste’s lowered eyes, all traces of vulnerability completely vanished.
It was replaced by naked, venomous hatred.
She knew it! Aside from Sienna, no one else would hold such a vicious, irreconcilable grudge against her!
Time and time again, Sienna ruined her plans, tore off her masks, and pushed her to the brink of hell.
The new life she had painstakingly secured by gambling every last way out was Sienna trying to destroy it with just a few casual moves?
In her dreams!
Helena’s defenses instantly broke.
She suddenly shot up, her chair crashing to the floor.
Her face flushed a furious red, her voice piercing the air. “Sienna, that bitch! What the hell is she trying to do?
Hasn’t she hurt Celeste enough? She ruined the medical conference, and now she wants to drive her to the grave p>
She whipped her head toward Jarred. “Look at the kind of woman you provoked! She’s a viper! A vile, shameless p>
“Shut up!” Jarred’s voice slammed over hers, heavy as a boulder sinking into deep water.
Helena’s mouth hung open, the rest of her words caught in her throat.
She stared at her son’s grim, stoic face; this wasn’t the first time he had lost his temper because she cursed Sienna.
But she just couldn’t help it.
She let out an indignant scoff, lowering her head resentfully without making another sound.
Only then did Jarred turn back to Declan, his voice returning to its usual emotionless chill.
“In what format was the evidence? Did she submit a DNA comparison report p>
“Yes,” Declan quickly nodded. “Sienna somehow got her hands on the ashes. While there was no way to identify the deceased p>
She provided cross-matched DNA results proving the ashes weren’t human.
Deputy Vance also let slip that… some unreleased evidence is still being verified p>
At this point, Declan shot another: glance at Celeste. “Cora Vaughan’s identity has already drawn suspicion, and she will likely receive a police summons very soon.
The moment the words fell, Celeste unconsciously gripped the thin blanket over her legs.
Helena also hurriedly stepped forward, wrapping an arm protectively around her shoulders.
Jarred remained silent, standing completely still while complex, unreadable currents surged in his dark eyes.
After a long moment, he suppressed the tangled emotions in his chest, recovering his usual cold decisiveness as he issued an order in a flat tone Declan, immediately; arrange p>