Chapter 618
Celeste’s eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth to speak.
Sienna cut her off immediately. “And don’t bother saying you were praying for someone at Azure Heights Chapel. This road doesn’t lead there p>
She opened her mouth, her throat tightening. She tried several times, but she couldn’t formulate a single syllable of defense, left utterly speechless.
The gentle, innocent mask she had worn for years was visibly crumbling, piece by piece.
Sienna watched the raw terror in her eyes and smirked. “If you can’t say it, I’ll say it for you. You went into the mountains that day to meet your uncle, to hash out the final details of Jarred’s kidnapping p>
Everyone’s eyes went wide.
Sienna calmly pulled a few more pages from the folder.
“I found the smoking gun of the mastermind, your uncle. On his personal computer, he kept the entire, unedited operational plan for Jarred’s kidnapping—staff deployments, extraction routes, the works p>
The room erupted. The suppressed shock finally detonated in full force.
For years, the entire Sterling family had believed the brutal kidnapping was a tragic accident.
They believed Celeste was the hero who risked everything to save him.
In the aftermath, the Sterlings had mobilized every resource and connection to investigate, only for the trail to go cold every single time.
It ultimately became a dead case, forced to remain unresolved.
Everyone harbored endless gratitude for Celeste saving Jarred’s life.
For years, they indulged her, favored her at every turn, and practically allowed her to run rampant through the family.
With the absolute truth upending their entire reality, every person in the room went ghastly pale, their minds reeling from the catastrophic blow.
Sienna’s cold eyes swept methodically over the stunned faces in the ward.
“The Sterlings found no leads back then because the moment your uncle succeeded, he went completely off the grid. He fled to Zurich and laid low for years, severing all connections. And they didn’t plan this kidnapping for ransom or murder p>
She lifted her eyes slightly, her gaze pinning the rigid, bloodless Celeste.
“Their sole objective was to inject Celeste into the family as a savior. To buy the eternal guilt, trust, and protection of the entire Sterling empire, cementing her permanent status among you.
The truth landed like a thunderbolt, smashing brutally into everyone’s chests.
A brief, choked scream rang out in the ward.
On the bed, Helena’s convulsions escalated wildly.
Her limbs thrashed uncontrollably as spit and white foam bubbled out of her crooked mouth.
Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.
Yet those ghastly white orbs were locked directly on Celeste, glaring like two rusted nails trying to pin për to the wall.
Eleanor violently jolted from her chair before collapsing back down.
Her face was an ashen gray, her lips purple, a ragged rattling sound tearing from her throat.
Declan frantically scrambled to shove the Nitroglycerin Pills into her mouth.
But Eleanor’s jaw was clamped so tight that the pills just tumbled down her shirt.
Horrified, Declan didn’t dare waste a second. He snatched the pills up and forcefully fed them back into her mouth.
In the span of just ten minutes, this was the second time she needed an emergency dose.
But the medicine simply wasn’t taking effect.
A suffocating, crushing pain remained tightly coiled around her chest, the symptoms offering no mercy.
Eleanor’s clouded eyes were steeped in sheer terror and despair as her body shook violently.
Mustering every last ounce of her dying strength, she forced out a few broken words through her teeth, voice raw, dry, and thoroughly shattered.
“H-how… how could it be p>