Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 342

"Mrs. Landry often pushes me out for walks after dinner. Is it a crime if I accidentally got some dirt on them?"

Celeste immediately tucked away her panic and responded smoothly, "Sienna, ever since you walked in today, you've been picking on me.

You've set your traps, and anything I say is wrong.

I've never been able to out-talk you anyway. If you want to condemn me, you'll always find an excuse!"

Sienna laughed coldly. "If you don't want anyone to know, don't do it. If you didn't have a guilty conscience, how could you fall into my traps?"

"You!"

Celeste's tongue tied in knots, her gaze darting evasively.

Instinctively, she looked over at the silent Jarred again.

He didn't speak, nor did he show any signs of anger.

But the freezing, oppressive atmosphere he radiated still terrified Celeste so much she didn't dare move an inch.

She didn't dare look Sienna in the eye again.

Every word Sienna spoke was like a pre-dug pit, just waiting for Celeste to jump in.

Celeste's eyes shifted, and suddenly she looked at Jarred with tearful, agonizing vulnerability, truly looking like a fragile victim.

"Jarred, do you see me this way too...?" she choked out, her voice heavy with congestion.

Showing weakness first, then breaking them down—this was her most practiced tactic.

"Only I know how much my old leg injury hurts. These past few months, I've been living as a cripple.

Forget walking for a long time; even standing slightly was an agonizing luxury.

But whatever needle technique she just used, it feels like countless needles are stabbing inside my legs now.

My muscles and bones are completely locked up; even the slightest movement is excruciating.

Before, I just couldn't move, but now the internal damage is real. They're completely ruined!"

As she spoke, she shifted her tone, her voice turning devastatingly sorrowful to play the ultimate emotional card.

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