Chapter 609
Inside the VIP suite.
Helena lay paralyzed in the hospital bed, half of her body utterly dead to her commands.
Her mind remained devastatingly sharp, leaving her trapped inside a broken shell as sheer panic and crushing despair suffocated her.
She struggled to part her lips, managing only fragmented, guttural noises after several agonizing minutes.
“Ugh p>
Scalding tears poured continuously down her face in a pathetic display of utter helplessness.
Watching the horrific ruin of her daughter-in-law, the old lady burned with equal parts grief and fury.
Naturally, she violently redirected that wrath squarely onto Sienna.
“Sienna did this! If that bitch hadn’t signed those papers, Helena would never be in this nightmare!
And the Sterlings wouldn’t have lost half our empire!
This is all her fault! She orchestrated this on purpose! That little bi p>
“Shut up p>
The old lady’s tirade was violently cut off by a low, arctic roar.
Jarred stood at the foot of the bed, radiating an overwhelmingly lethal chill.
She whipped around, locking eyes with her grandson, and was instantly paralyzed by the pitch-black hostility in his stare.
Jarred shot a brief, disgusted glance at his paralyzed mother before refocusing on the matriarch.
“She brought this on herself with her own blind greed. Stop trying to scapegoat someone else for her catastrophic failures p>
Outraged by his brutal dismissal, the old lady jabbed a shaking finger at him.
“You… how dare you take an outsider’s side? That is your mother!
And it is Sienna’s fault! Even if she signed it, she could have stopped it from activating!
She intentionally let it happen! It was a calculated ambush p>
“Who was the one who bullied her into signing the contract in the first place?” Jarred demanded, his voice dropping to a terrifying deadpan.
“If anyone here insists on running their mouth and starting another war, I won’t hesitate to put them in the bed next to hers p>
He remained terrifyingly calm, casting one final, glacial look at his mother.
The threat was left implicitly vague, but the message rang loud and clear.
A terrifying silence instantly suffocated the suite.
The old lady froze completely, while Celeste squeezed her armrests so hard her knuckles turned white.
Helena moaned from the bed, trying desperately to interject.
She struggled for ages, only managing a few broken, unintelligible syllables that not even she understood.
Tears rolled down her drooping face, pooling miserably against her hospital pillow.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
For the sake of a woman he was legally divorcing, Jarred was actually turning his guns on his own flesh and blood?
The man’s usually magnetic eyes were devoid of all warmth.
They were filled only with a dark, crushing violence.
In the midst of the agonizing standoff, the sharp click of high heels echoed down the corridor.
Unhurried and metronomic.
The next second, the heavy door swung open.
Sienna stood in the threshold, flanked by Thea Stanton.
They strolled into the room with infuriating composure, their icy glares clearly indicating this was not a wellness visit.
The expressions of everyone in the suite shifted violently.
Sienna’s gaze swept over the shattered family.
Landing finally on Jarred.
He stared back, the residual darkness still heavily lining his eyes.
But the moment he met her gaze, the brutal edge in his eyes cracked just a fraction.
Sienna casually looked away and smiled. “Everyone’s here. Perfect timing p>
She stepped deeper into the room, locking onto Helena’s ruined face before smoothly pivoting to the matriarch.
“I had a few things left to discuss back at the precinct, so I figured I’d handle it publicly in front of the whole family.
As she spoke, her razor-sharp gaze slid over toward the wheelchair-bound Celeste.