Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 410

“Daisy, I already proved my innocence the very first time you brought out that suicide note.

But you chose to turn a blind eye, and instead, you brought a mob to my workplace to cause a scene.”

Sienna paused, a trace of exhaustion and impatience finally seeping into her voice.

“Today, I'll lay it all out so you can understand exactly why you're wrong.”

Daisy's shoulders gave an involuntary tremble, intimidated by the piercing coldness in Sienna's eyes.

Sienna's expression remained perfectly composed as she pulled up another image.

The copies of the will and Mrs. Bridges's personal planner reappeared on the screen for everyone to see.

One showed crooked handwriting, littered with endless crossed-out mistakes and corrections.

The other was immaculately neat, and even if the font style was similar, the difference was night and day.

Sienna pointed at the large screen. “Let's all take a good look. On the left are your mother's planner and diary, and on the right is your so-called suicide note.

Two documents that are completely different, and you expect us to believe they were written by the same person?”

Daisy was shaking all over. She stared into Sienna's eyes as if she had a million grievances to voice, but couldn't figure out where to begin.

Sienna changed her tone, her gaze turning razor-sharp. “Your mother could barely read. She misspelled basic grocery items.

And yet, you're telling me she used eloquent poetry to encourage you to live a good life?”

The moment the words left her mouth, a wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd.

The live stream comments erupted with suspicion.

“Damn! Are we being used as pawns?”

“What is up with this girl? Who gave her that suicide note?”

Daisy stood there as if all the air had been knocked out of her lungs.

The framed suicide note slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor and shattering the glass into pieces.

She looked down at the shards, staring at the letter she had clung to for days, cried over hundreds of times, and used as her sole anchor to keep living.

Now, lying amidst the broken glass, it looked exactly like what it was—a shattered lie.

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