Chapter 465: Henry Bennett Stared at Sienna

Henry Bennett stared at Sienna, his expression deeply troubled. He wanted to believe her. He truly did. But every single piece of evidence pointed directly at her. It was a devastating blow. Her continued silence, her refusal to answer his calls, only made everything appear worse. For years, Vanessa had been the dependable one. She always answered, no matter the time or place. She checked in, she reassured him. She made him feel cared for.

Sienna was different. Since her return, she was a ghost in the manor. Rare visits. Even rarer calls. He was an old man. His heart craved simple respect and affection from his grandchildren. If Sienna truly held such malice for the Bennetts… if she felt nothing for them… the thought shattered him. Sienna met his gaze, her own solemn. She was not like Vanessa. She didn't deal in pretty words and empty promises. Her proof was always in her actions. She had given her word she would save Caleb. She intended to keep it.

She never anticipated this. A heavy weight settled in her chest. What could she possibly say to him now? How could she explain this tangled web? Would the one person in this family who had shown her genuine trust ever believe her again? A long, weary sigh finally escaped Henry. "We will discuss this when Caleb wakes," he declared, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "His recovery is our only priority now. Philip, use every resource. Contact the finest medical specialists globally. Money is no object."

Philip nodded, though his sharp, blade-like glare never left Sienna. "This isn't over. Once he's conscious, we will have our answers. Be ready with those transfer documents." He turned on his heel and strode away. Helena was equally furious. Her face was a mask of cold rage. "Your grandfather's patience is not ours! Get out. We will care for Caleb. You are no longer a part of this family. Do not ever call me your mother again. I regret the day we brought such a viper into our home!"

Her words were ice, meant to wound. Before Sienna could respond, Vanessa clutched her arm, her voice a trembling whisper. "Mother, please… don't say such things. You'll upset Sienna…" A cold, mocking laugh escaped Sienna's lips. Her eyes locked onto Vanessa's feigned concern. "Enjoy your performance while it lasts, Vanessa. It ends the moment Caleb opens his eyes." Her tone was a promise, laced with frost. She turned and walked out, leaving a chill in her wake.

Vanessa felt a shiver of genuine fear. Could he really wake up? It was supposed to be impossible. Takashi Yamamoto had guaranteed the poison was lethal. Keeping him alive was a miracle in itself. Waking? Unthinkable. She just needed two more days. Then she would be gone from Kingsport forever. Caleb simply could not wake before then. A dark, oppressive cloud seemed to follow Sienna out of Kingsport Medical Center. Her family placed Vanessa on a pedestal. She was the golden child, beloved since infancy. Her words were gospel.

Vanessa was the poisoner. Yet she had masterfully twisted the narrative, painting herself the victim. Sienna, no matter what she did, was always viewed with suspicion and disdain. They were her blood. Her parents. And yet… No. Panic was a luxury she couldn't afford. Demanding a DNA test now would only make her look utterly unhinged. She had to wait. Just a little longer. The truth would surface. It had to.