Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 325

Right now, I have nothing. I can barely fend for myself. Where would I find the energy to frame your precious best friend?"

Sienna didn't respond.

The color in her eyes gradually darkened until they were as pitch-black as ink, devoid of any light.

She let out a soft scoff. Her hoarse voice, though weak from illness, was drained of all emotion and disturbingly cold.

"Did you really think destroying the clues, silencing Mrs. Bridges, and severing the external evidence would completely absolve you? Did you think that would leave me powerless?"

Celeste’s smile remained firmly in place.

Sienna locked eyes with her, striking straight at the jugular. "Your biggest mistake, Celeste, is forgetting that Grandpa is still very much alive.

Let me make this perfectly clear—he isn't dying anytime soon, and he certainly isn't going to stay in that coma forever.

You only managed to destroy the physical evidence, but the truth locked in Grandpa’s mind cannot be erased by anyone."

Those words hit like a lightning strike, instantly shattering all of Celeste's composed facade.

The warm flush drained from her cheeks, leaving her deathly pale.

A flash of raw, unfiltered terror swept across her eyes, too fast to conceal.

But in mere seconds, she masked her vulnerability, forcing her features back into a state of placid calm.

She even managed a disdainful smirk.

"Even if he does wake up, so what?"

She wheeled herself a couple of feet closer and crossed her arms, completely unbothered. "What threat does a man trapped in a permanent sleep pose to anyone?

And even if he wakes up, why should I be afraid? I haven't done anything wrong anyway."

"Haven't done anything wrong?"

Sienna chuckled, a cold sound laced with biting mockery, the absolute certainty in her eyes growing brighter.

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