Chapter 608
It had strict allocation protocols—it was not her personal piggy bank.
And now it was all gone.
Violent tremors seized Helena’s entire body.
Richard’s coldly indifferent face flashed before her eyes.
He had never questioned her financial control because he had owed her a favor.
But now, she had completely decimated that leverage.
Then there was Marcus, the quiet son who had never shared a shred of affection with her since childhood.
Thinking of him, a hysterical, mocking laugh escaped her throat.
If he found out she had incinerated everything he had spent years accumulating overnight p>
“Why are you telling me this p>
She slammed her hands against the table and stood up. “Sienna! You just came here to gloat, didn’t you p>
Sienna remained perfectly still.
She watched Helena’s total meltdown through the glass with detached amusement, like watching a tragic play unfold.
“You hated me from the first day I married Jarred,” Sienna murmured softly, a terrifying smile gracing her lips.
“Over the years, you did everything in your power to destroy me. If it wasn’t for your ruthless tutelage, I never would have become the monster I am today p>
The sarcasm in her words dripped like venom.
Helena immediately grasped the lethal implication.
She had always known Sienna was a venomous scorpion, but she had never been afraid of her.
She never expected that scorpion to bite down directly on her jugular!
Sienna smiled coldly at Helena’s rapidly paling face and leaned closer to the glass.
“I just wanted to thank you personally. It felt like the polite thing to do p>
Staring at the sinister glee in Sienna’s eyes, Helena’s chest heaved violently. A sickening, metallic taste flooded the back of her throat.
She opened her mouth to scream another curse, but the words died in her throat.
Sienna’s face began to blur, and the harsh fluorescent lights overhead smeared into blinding streaks of white.
She reached out blindly to grab the edge of the table, but her hands grasped nothing but empty air.
Like a puppet with its strings severed, she slid completely out of her chair, half of her body violently serving as she crashed to the concrete floor
Sienna stood up.
She watched through the partition as the mighty matriarch curled into a pathetic ball.
Helena’s limbs spasmed uncontrollably, white foam bubbling from the corners of her mouth.
Her tongue protruded rigidly as saliva poured down her chin.
Her facial features had melted into a grotesque mask, yet her bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Sienna.
An ocean of pure, unadulterated hatred burned in her stare.
Guards surged into the room from the hallway.
Frantic footsteps and shouting instantly filled the visitation block.
“Call an ambulance! Now!” one of the guards roared.
Sienna didn’t flinch.
She just watched as the frantic guards hauled Helena’s thrashing body onto a gurney.
She watched her twisted face and jerking limbs momentarily eclipsed by the rushing paramedics.
And she watched those hateful, bulging eyes finally roll shut as they wheeled her out the door.
At the nearest public hospital.
Jarred and the family arrived in a desperate frenzy.
They arrived just as the emergency room doors swung open.
The lead surgeon pulled down his mask and addressed the anxious crowd.
“Helena suffered an acute ischemic stroke.
She has profound paralysis on the. right side of her body. Her speech centers are massively compromised, she will likely only be capable of slurring basic phrases.
She is currently stabilized, but the next seventy-two hours are a critical window.
She absolutely cannot be subjected to emotional distress. We must prevent a secondary episode at all costs p>
The doctor paused, taking in their ashen faces before emphasizing, “1 am dead serious. She cannot handle another shock. Keep her calm.
If she suffers another stroke, she won’t survive p>
Boom.
The horrific prognosis hit the family standing in the corridor like a devastating lightning strike.