Chapter 621
“I said, enough.” Jarred’s voice was light, a powerless sigh.
His grip on Sienna wasn’t heavy; she barely felt any force.
His usually dominant and commanding tone now sounded exhausted.
Sienna froze slightly, slowly raising her eyes to meet his deep, dark gaze.
Those normally sharp, rebellious eyes that never showed weakness had completely lost their edge, filled instead with compromise.
That open, undisguised vulnerability was laid bare before her.
In Sienna’s mind, Jarred had always been domineering and forceful.
He was the image of someone indestructible and omnipotent.
He had never looked this pathetic and helpless.
This was the first time he had stripped off all his armor in front of her, exposing his softest vulnerability.
Sienna didn’t continue speaking.
She expressionlessly pulled her hand from Jarred’s grasp, turned to pick up the file folder on the table, and glanced at Thea Stanton.
“Let’s go p>
Then she vanished from the hospital room.
Right after Sienna walked out, the doctors and nurses rushed over.
The door closed again.
It cut off that burning gaze that had never left her, but it couldn’t block out the clear, chaotic wails.
Sienna listened with a blank face, her eyes filled with cold indifference.
The storm had settled.
The bitter consequences had already fallen, and no one could reverse them.
Triggered by the intense shock, Helena Sterling’s entire nervous system had completely collapsed.
A second acute stroke had left her fully paralyzed, though entirely awake.
The room was so quiet that only the hum of the medical machines remained.
The woman who had once been impeccably made up with a shrill, demanding voice p>
Now lay rigidly on the pristine bed, like a soulless shell.
The doctors diagnosed it as Locked-in Syndrome, an extremely rare medical condition where the patient remains a conscious vegetable.
She was fully aware, yet entirely cut off from the outside world.
Helena could clearly sense everything happening around her.
She could hear people speaking, recognize the karmic retribution crashing down upon her, but her muscles and nerves hat completely failed.
Her limbs were stiff, completely immobile.
She couldn’t utter a single syllable, having permanently lost her ability to speak and move.
For the rest of her life, she wouldn’t even be able to feed herself or use the restroom independently.
She was trapped like a living corpse with a clear mind, tormented day and night inside a broken shell.
Jarred stood at the door, watching his mother’s darting eyes.
Those eyes were filled with an agony and pleading he had never seen before.
He knew she was begging him to end it all, but he couldn’t do it.
As a criminal suspect, Helena was strictly isolated in a specialized ward at a public hospital.
Even turning her over required nurses on a strict schedule.
Furthermore, since the case of her falsely framing Sienna was still pending trial, she was under legally mandated detainment,
Security was incredibly tight; the Sterling family had no authorization for casual visits.
No one knew what kind of torture she endured inside, day and night.
This living hell of neither being able to die nor truly live had become a cage she could never escape.
Jarred closed his eyes and turned away from the room.
Meanwhile, the old madam had been rushed as a transfer patient to Capital Hospital.
The test results were shocking.
Years of drinking wine laced with an unknown toxin had deeply poisoned her internal organs, leading to continuous failure.
The prolonged erosion had taken root in her very tissues; she was beyond a cure.
Dr. Clayton stood gravely by the bed, holding the brand-new medical reports.
The once elegant and dignified matriarch was now curled up into a tiny ball on the mattress.
Her entire body convulsed and trembled, her nails scratching against the sheets with a harsh rustle.
The agony of her toxic withdrawal twisted her wrinkled face into something unrecognizable.