Chapter 668
Sienna shook her head, gesturing for her to be quiet.
Jarred stood in the wind, his face darkening inch by inch.
His gaze fell upon the frenzied, violent, completely unrecognizable state Maloney was in.
His heart felt as though it had been fiercely soaked in icy seawater—heavy, painful, and so oppressive he could barely breathe.
He tried to step half a pace forward, calling out softly, “Maloney p>
But before his words could fall, Maloney violently raised his head, his gaze stabbing over like a knife.
A low, guttural roar erupted from his throat.
His entire face was contorted almost out of shape, his jaws clamped together so hard they made a grinding sound.
Jarred was forced to take a half-step back, his expression so dark it practically dripped gloom.
The entire scene fell into a stalemate once again.
Countless doctors and police officers stood by, yet not a single one dared to approach him.
Sienna stood a few paces away, her gaze never leaving Maloney’s eyes.
It was more than just mania, and even more than just pain.
The message his eyes conveyed to her was as though a nerve had been stretched to its absolute limit, ready to snap at any moment.
Sienna pressed her lips together and remained silent. She merely tilted her head slightly and asked the head of the medical team beside her in a low voice, “Do you have sedatives p>
“Yes p>
The doctor nodded, then smiled bitterly. “The problem is we can’t get anywhere near him. Just now, two nurses tried to flank him from the side under police cover.
Before they even got within ten feet, he sprang up and nearly knocked the post over p>
Everyone’s face displayed fear.
Sienna’s eyes were calm as she watched the continuously hyped and manic Maloney. Her fingers naturally retrieved the Pocket Watch she always carried with her.
“Let me try p>
She took the sedative syringe from the medic and stepped forward calmly.
She planned to use psychological hypnosis to temporarily suppress his overexcited nerves and seize the opportunity to administer the injection.
The entire crowd held its breath.
Everyone’s eyes were dead-locked onto her.
Sienna spun the Pocket Watch lightly with her fingertips. The chain swayed gently, the light repeatedly refracting into Maloney’s unfocused pupils.
In just two seconds.
Maloney’s violent rage ground to a halt for a split second.
Those bloodshot eyes lost focus for a moment, and his body froze stiffly, as if his mind had been controlled by something. invisible.
The hand Sienna held the needle in rose silently.
But just a second before the tip of the needle could touch the skin of his arm.
Maloney suddenly snapped awake, as if violently shoved out of a dream.
The hypnosis had failed!
Maloney’s eyes bulged with blood red fur his roar even more intense than before. He jerked his right hand violently.
The rope actually loosened a fraction, and his fingers curved into claws, swiping straight for her face.
The crowd gasped in horror.
“Ms. Sloan p>
In that hair-raising moment, a dark figure swept in at breakneck speed.
Jarred was within a step behind her. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled her entirely backward.
As Sienna stumbled back into his arms, Maloney’s nails practically scraped past the tip of her nose.
The surrounding police officers and villagers all stepped back two paces in unison, some gasping for air.
It was a harrowing near miss.
The cold wind scraped past their clothes, thrilling and terrifying.
Sienna steadied herself, her expression still calm, showing no signs of panic.
She stepped out of Jarred’s embrace, ready to try again.
“No.” Jarred pulled her firmly behind him, his tone kept very low. “You cannot go near him again p>
Sienna raised her eyes, looking once more at the erratic-breathing Maloney, and spoke plainly.
“We can’t just keep waiting like this. Right now, he’s surviving by overdrawing his body through pure adrenaline.
With continuous violent rage and mental exhaustion, it won’t be long before his lifeforce completely collapses.
By then, even if we want to save him, it will be too late p>
Saying that, she made a move to try and find an opening.
But Jarred’s eyes were filled with lingering dread. He pinned her wrist down hard, his tone carrying, an unprecedented rigidity
“No. It’s too dangerous. I am not letting you go, no matter what you say p>