Chapter 620
She couldn’t even begin to guess what Sienna had been waiting for all these years.
What fatal hand was she going to play next p>
The crisis in the ward continued to escalate.
Helena’s convulsions grew increasingly violent, white foam spilling uncontrollably from her mouth.
Her eyes rolled fully into the back of her head, leaving only vast, sickly whites, as her vital signs plummeted.
Yet the only thing left in her fading consciousness was sheer, unadulterated hatred.
She kept her hollow eyes locked viciously onto Celeste, radiating absolute venom, refusing to look away even in death.
“Mom p>
Sensing the danger, Jarred sprinted to the bedside, tightly gripping Helena’s hand.
“Listen to the doctors, don’t agitate yourself p>
Helena tried to squeeze his hand back, but her body was entirely unresponsive.
Saliva and tears mixed as they streamed down her face, making her look utterly pathetic and broken.
Eleanor’s condition was even more critical.
Her withered finger remained rigidly pointed at Celeste, her lips quivering violently.
It looked as though a thousand furious, regretful screams were lodged in her throat.
“G-give me… my pills p>
Every organ and bone in her body was screaming in agony.
Bizarre itching and excruciating pain tore outward from the marrow of her bones, making every breath pure torture.
Ultimately, her body stiffened, her limbs locking entirely straight.
She slumped heavily against the chair, on the very edge of collapsing into oblivion.
Declan panicked completely. He knew the pills she was asking for weren’t the Nitroglycerin Pills.
Not daring to make the call himself, he looked frantically at Jarred.
Jarred pressed his lips into a tight line. He looked at the agonizing state of his grandmother, his brows furrowed tightly. “Call the doctor p>
“Yes, sir p>
Declan hurriedly steadied Eleanor, his trembling fingers slamming the emergency call button on the wall.
Standing in the center of the room, Sienna watched the total mayhem, a cold scoff actually rising to her lips.
“This is the precious darling you went to such lengths to protect, and now you end up bruised, battered, and on your deathbeds. To be so brutally destroyed by the very person you devoted yourselves to shielding… you can die without regrets now, right p>
Eleanor was already consumed by fury and completely mentally shattered.
Hearing this, her chest heaved violently, her breath catching as she plunged straight to the brink of unconsciousness.
Jarred tightly gripped Helena’s freezing, rigid hand, his knuckles turning white from the immense force.
The doctor’s strict warnings kept echoing relentlessly in his mind.
The first seventy-two hours post-surgery were the absolute danger zone. She could not afford a second emotional blow, or the- Consequences would be catastrophic.
He looked at Helena fighting for her life on the bed, and then at Eleanor clinging to her last breath.
And finally, looking at Sienna relentlessly cornering them, a crushing wave of powerlessness surged in his chest.
The man who had always been dominant, ruthlessly cold, and deeply composed.
His intimidating aura completely evaporated, leaving behind only sheer, suffocating exhaustion.
He turned his head, his heavy gaze meeting Sienna’s, his voice dropped remarkably low, tinged with a roughness she had never heard before.
“Enough p>
Sienna pretended not to hear him. She turned her head toward Helena, a smile crossing her lips.
“You don’t seriously still think Celeste was scammed out of billions in jewels and her feelings, just like you, do you? Every single piece of your private collection was sold off by her. The money bounced through hundreds of laundering accounts and is now sitting completely clear in her and hei accomplice’s wallets. That Tristan Devereux was nothing more than a lapdog she kept on a leash. And as for your trust fund p>
Before Sienna could even finish her sentence.
Helena’s eyelids suddenly flipped back, the violent convulsions abruptly slowing down.
Her entire body seemed to instantly lose all signs of life.
Jarred’s face shifted violently as he spun around and grabbed Sienna’s wrist in a vise-like grip.