Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 297

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To Celeste, Jarred was the only person she could rely on, the only one who could uphold justice for her.

But Jarred wasn't looking at her.

From the very beginning, his intense gaze had never once left Sienna.

Those deep eyes were like an unfathomable pool of water—eerily calm on the surface, but churning with a violent undercurrent below.

His expression was impossible to read, not because it was too complex, but because it was far too restrained.

Receiving no response from Jarred, Celeste didn't panic.

She lowered her eyes, and when she looked back up, the tears were already swirling in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Pig's blood?" She frowned in apparent confusion, her voice so soft it sounded like she was about to shatter.

"Ms. Sloan, the Manor's kitchen processes massive amounts of ingredients every day, and it's located right next to the stairs. It's completely normal to find traces of pig or sheep's blood on the ground over there.

Besides, from start to finish, I never once claimed that the blood I had the maids clean up belonged to Grandpa."

She turned her gaze to the crowd, acting as if she were pleading for a fair and just verdict. "You're stubbornly insisting that I tried to murder Grandpa based on one tiny, insignificant trace?

You even went as far as sneaking into the Manor in the dead of night to deliberately tamper with the scene, all just to frame me?"

She turned to Dr. Clayton. "Dr. Clayton, you testified for her that I faked the scene. Does that mean you were also fully aware she was sneaking into the backyard tonight?"

Dr. Clayton choked on his words. Frowning, he shot an apologetic look at Sienna and shook his head helplessly. "I... I didn't know."

"Jarred, you heard everything," Celeste said, her eyes turning completely red as her tone grew increasingly aggrieved and bitterly pitiful, designed to evoke maximum sympathy.

"My heart is truly breaking. Grandpa is lying unconscious in a hospital bed, and I've been so worried about him every single day that I can barely eat or sleep.