Chapter 611
Eleanor’s pupils dilated in shock.
The others in the room looked at Sienna with sheer disbelief.
Only Celeste gripped the armrests of her wheelchair so tightly her knuckles turned bone-white, her fingertips nearly bending from the force.
She barely managed to maintain her fragile, composed facade.
Yet an undeniable panic surged in her gaze as she locked her eyes dead on Sienna.
Even with her masterful disguise, Sienna caught every violent fluctuation of her emotions.
Eleanor was the first to react, slamming her cane heavily against the floor.
She pointed straight at Sienna and snapped, “Sienna! Are you blind or just out of your mind? The lab report is in black and white right here. These are the raw ingredients of a premium vintage. How could it possibly be poisoned p>
She snatched the wine inspection report, slapping it sharply against her palm.
“Sneaking my wine out for testing was despicable enough, and now you want to spin tall tales p>
Helena’s lopsided mouth twitched with immense effort as she slurred a barely coherent sentence.
A chorus of accusations filled the room, crashing over her with suffocating malice.
Only Jarred remained silent.
He stood by the bed, his dark, unfathomable gaze fixed intently on Sienna.
His predatory stare felt as though it were slicing her open, desperate to see right through her.
Facing the barrage of insults, Sienna did not so much as flinch.
She let her eyes sweep lightly over Jarred’s face, a faint smile touching her lips with an air of absolute composure, as if she had expected this all along.
“The wine is perfectly fine, of course,” she said, tilting her head to look at Eleanor with a ghost of a smile.
“After all, it sits out in the open, and you drink it every single day p>
She paused, her gaze shifting leisurely until it landed on the silently observing Celeste.
“But if it’s paired with something fundamentally incompatible, the effects become entirely different p>
The room fell silent for a split second.
Eleanor and Helena exchanged a glance, a silent terror creeping into their eyes.
Jarred’s expression grew even more somber.
Everyone’s attention simultaneously pivoted to Celeste.
Celeste’s heart pounded frantically as her hands gripped her wheelchair, her mind racing for a way out.
Jarred’s deep voice broke the tension, his icy glare locked on Sienna. “Explain yourself p>
Sienna took another document from Thea and spread it open for all to see.
“This is the chemical analysis of the Nitroglycerin Pills that Dr. Clayton specially formulated for Eleanor p>
She flipped to the inner pages, tapping her finger against both reports.
“The rare extracts in the wine combined with the active. compounds in the Nitroglycerin Pilts create a lethal reaction. Prolonged simultaneous consumption allows them to build up in the body, forming a chronic toxin with potency second only to heavy illicit narcotics p>
The air was instantly sucked from the room, leaving behind a suffocating heaviness.
“You were in poor health when you were younger. Besides your mobility issues, you’ve suffered from chronic insomnia for years p>
Sienna looked at Eleanor, continuing before the older woman could even process it.
“Ever since Celeste brought you this batch of wine, your insomnia and weakness seemed to improve, giving you a brief illusion of better health But at the same time, your dependence on alcohol, skyrocketed—from a simple glass to several bottles a day, right p>
Eleanor remained silent, her hand trembling violently around her cane.
The Sterlings had strictly forbidden Eleanor from drinking because her heart simply couldn’t take it.
She had resorted to drinking it in secret.
Everyone knew she had a slight craving, but no one anticipated it had spiraled to such a severe degree.
Eleanor looked utterly stunned, a cold sweat breaking out across her body as she struggle cross he to comprehend how Sienna knew all her darkest secrets.