Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 353

"Also... the evidence recovered from Mrs. Bridges' remains hasn't yielded anything solid. There are too many inconsistencies with the case, so it's not enough to warrant suspicion right now."

A glacial frost overtook Jarred's dark eyes. An oppressive, terrifying aura exploded from him, instantly plunging the car's temperature.

He slammed the laptop shut, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Give me a solution."

The lead attorney immediately stepped forward, handing over a meticulously organized stack of files.

"Mr. Sterling, we've reviewed the case files. Our strongest angle right now is the informant's statement.

There are several loopholes in their testimony. Additionally, based on our intel,

Ms. Carlyle has consistently maintained her innocence. She insists she had no idea the evidence provided by the informant was fabricated.

If we can substantiate that, combined with her current critical health condition, the odds of securing a medical release are very high."

The lawyer passed the remaining documents over. "These are all the necessary legal forms and applications. Everything is prepped.

Say the word, and I'll file them immediately."

"Process it. Get it done now," Jarred ordered without a second of hesitation. "Drive."

Declan paused for a split second before snapping into action, signaling Barrett to pull out.

Jarred held significant clout in the force.

Backed by the immense weight of The Sterlings and the impressive track record he'd built over the years,

even with someone powerful applying pressure from the top,

he still had ways to secure a meeting with an unconvicted detainee.

Once the paperwork was submitted, the red tape cleared faster than he expected.

Celeste was practically carried out by two female officers.

Her face was ashen, her lips chapped and peeling. Her eyes were sunken, and she looked like she had lost ten pounds overnight.

But the most horrifying sight was her leg.

She couldn't put any weight on it whatsoever, relying entirely on the officers just to drag her forward.

With every agonizing inch, raw pain twisted her delicate features.

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