Chapter 527
Helena held her tightly, tears streaming down her own face as she turned and screamed at Jarred.
“Jarred, look at Celeste! She’s been pushed to the brink! She gave everything she had to save your life back then—she is your savior.
The life you have right now was given to you by her. The Sterlings owe her, and you owe her.
I’m begging you as your mother, please? Just this once, help her just this once. You absolutely cannot let anything happen to her. Do you hear me? Say something p>
Buried in Helena’s embrace, Celeste cried as if her heart had been ripped out, yet deep in her eyes hid a steady, calculating gleam.
As long as Jarred was here, she would always have a way out; someone would always catch her fall.
Jarred’s cold, indifferent gaze finally shifted toward them.
He sat on the sofa, having not moved an inch since the chaos erupted.
Now, his gaze bypassed Helena’s shoulder, landing firmly on Celeste’s tear-drenched, nearly unrecognizable face.
Celeste was crying with absolute devastation.
Her face was a mess of snot and tears, flushed a deep, suffocating purple.
Any normal person would feel a pang of sympathy at the sight.
But there was zero warmth in Jarred’s eyes.
The entire time, his gaze was like a sheet of frozen ice, suppressing something incredibly heavy beneath the surface.
He sat there quietly, his handsome, sharp features entirely devoid of expression.
His brows were pulled into a tight frown, and deep in his eyes flickered a rare trace of raw impatience.
Just as the stalemate solidified, a knock sounded at the door again.
A subordinate rushed in, his face etched with panic. “Boss, we just got an emergency call from the estate p>
The police have already arrived at the manor and are currently conducting a search for evidence p>
The room instantly went dead silent.
Kneeling on the carpet, Helena froze completely, her arms locked around Celeste.
Celeste’s crying also came to a screeching halt, shifting from a loud sob into a sharp gasp trapped in her throat.
Both of their faces drained of color simultaneously.
The situation had completely spiraled out of control.
Jarred finally stood up, stepping around the table and heading for the door.
He didn’t pause as he walked past Helena and Celeste, not even lowering his head to spare them a single glance.
Right before pushing the door open, he turned his head and ordered his subordinate, “Tell the pilot to contact the tower p>
The Capital’s airport, deep into the night.
The autumn wind howled in from the end of the runway, carrying the biting, dry chill typical of late autumn.
As Sienna Sloan walked down the boarding stairs, the wind whipped her face, making her narrow her eyes slightly as her collar fluttered against her jaw.
Outside the arrivals gate, Luna Lennox and Thea Stanton had been waiting for a long time.
Spotting her from a distance, they waved their hands and jogged over.
“Sienna p>
Luna looped her arm through Sienna’s, unable to suppress the thrill in her voice.
“Thea told me everything! All the evidence is submitted, and the police have officially opened the case p>
Sienna let herself be pulled along, a faint smile touching her lips. “Keep your voice down p>
Luna practically jumped in excitement. “You have no idea how là ng I’ve helt this in! Do you know that every time I saw Celeste’s fake, hypocritical face, I wanted to p>
Sienna chuckled and patted her hand. “Alright, that’s enough p>
Thea stepped up beside them, her voice calm and steady. “The police have everything arranged: Standard procedure-the moment she fands, they’ll take her in.
I just got off the phone with Captain Rhodes. His men are already stationed at the exit p>
Hearing this, a fleeting, cool smile brushed across Sienna’s striking features.
She raised her wrist, checking her watch with a composed gaze. Jarred’s private jet is landing half an hour behind mine. The timing is perfect. Let’s go wait at the exit p>
The other two nodded in agreement, sticking close to her side as the three of them walked shoulder to shoulder toward the airport exit.