Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 427

Her fingers stealthily pinched a small clump of the ashes, her movements so fast they were practically invisible, smoothly slipping them into a pre-prepared handkerchief inside her bag.

The entire maneuver was flawless, leaving no trace behind.

Once it was done, Sienna played along and stood off to the side with the maids.

Sienna immediately looked up, her eyes brimming with a perfectly calibrated mix of panic and guilt, her face colored with mild shock.

"Oh my god, I am so incredibly sorry..."

Her voice rang with genuine-sounding remorse. "My heels were just too high today, and I lost my footing. I really didn't mean to.

Matriarch, Helena, please don't be angry."

Before anyone else could lash out, Helena had already lost her battle to suppress her rage.

Her face twisted into a furious scowl, pointing a trembling finger at Sienna as she screamed, "Sienna! You did that on purpose!"

"Celeste is already dead, about to be buried, and you intentionally smash her urn to publicly humiliate her!

What is your heart even made of? How can you be this downright evil!"

In the face of the hurricane of accusations, Sienna kept her eyes lowered, her expression innocent and deeply apologetic.

Acting? She knew how to play that game, too.

"I honestly didn't do it on purpose." Sienna shrank back slightly behind a maid, revealing only half her face as she looked at Helena.

"Helena, if I had done it on purpose, I would have intercepted the body when you took her away last night.

I know you don't like me, but you can't just pin every little accident on me."

That single sentence choked Helena into stunned silence.

No matter how furiously Helena screamed, Sienna maintained her submissive, apologetic posture.

Her eyes were clear and bright, entirely portraying the guilt of a pure accident, completely devoid of any malice.

That unapologetic innocence made Helena look like the one who was being wildly aggressive and unreasonable.

The matriarch stared deeply at Sienna, scrutinizing her closely for a long time.

But in the end, she couldn't detect a single ounce of calculation in her demeanor.

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