The growing resentment and fear were making her delusional. When she hit someone with her car, her first instinct was fear, but her second was that this might be an opportunity to get rid of Sierra once and for all.

If he could have imagined the fallout… Whether it was getting… Bradley, Denise was behind it all. She even knew before the Xander family what Sierra was enduring in jail, and she reveled in it. So what if Sierra was their biological child? In the end, it was Denise, with no blood relation, who came out on top. However, she celebrated too soon. Had she known the chaos Sierra would cause after getting out, she would have spent all her savings to have Sierra killed.

“I should have let you die in jail,” Denise bitterly repeated.

Sierra quickly realized why she had faced such hardships in jail—all thanks to Denise. She responded coldly, “Too bad, I made it out alive. Now, it’s your turn! I hope you’re just as lucky.”

Denise stiffened at these words, fear flashing in her eyes. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t! If you do, Dad, Mom, and my brothers won’t let you get away with it.”

Hearing her still speak of the Xander family at such a time, Sierra scoffed, “Do you really think they’ll bother with you now? I’m curious to see their faces when they find out you orchestrated all this.”

Sierra had gathered plenty of evidence of Denise’s schemes, and her money on a private detective had been well spent. She hadn’t shared these findings with the Xander family yet, thinking it unnecessary, but now it seemed a good time to let them know. A cutthroat scenario was something she hadn’t seen in a while.

Sierra’s words visibly agitated Denise, who shouted, “You dare!” Even in her anger, her weak condition meant her voice carried little force.

Sierra ignored her and left with Jonathan. Denise continued to rant, and at that moment, Jonathan turned back to give her a cold look, as if seeing a dead person.

Denise was terrified; she always remembered Jonathan as refined and gentle, but the aura around him now was uncharacteristically cold and had nothing to do with the Jonathan she knew, although he looked exactly like him.

Once in the car, Jonathan suddenly spoke, “Is this letting her off too easy?” Jonathan was no fool; from Denise’s remarks, he had gleaned much, and now he wanted to use the cruelest methods to torment Denise.

Sierra shook her head, stating calmly, “She can’t handle what’s happening to her now. Isn’t her trial the day after tomorrow? I’ll be there to watch.”

It was time for closure. The trial date approached rapidly, accelerated by the uproar surrounding the case. That day, the courthouse was crowded with spectators, media, and influencers. Sierra, wearing a mask and hat, entered with Jonathan and Dickson. She sat in the audience, looking at the front row where Eleanor, Evan, and Sean were sitting.

These past few days had been a complete collapse for them; the Xander Corporation’s stocks plummeted daily, shareholders were in uproar, and the company was practically finished. Evan and Sean, who had always been coddled, were now tasting real adversity. Eleanor looked particularly affected; well-maintained and usually not looking her age, she now appeared to have aged a decade in just a few days. Sierra glanced at them briefly before turning away.

Soon, Bradley and Franklin were brought in: Bradley received a year, while Franklin got three.

Then it was Denise’s turn. Her actions were far worse than Bradley’s—evading punishment, framing others, and three years ago, she had committed vehicular manslaughter without a license, a clear case of unlicensed driving. Her combined offenses resulted in a twelve-year sentence.

Hearing she would spend twelve years behind bars, Denise panicked completely. “No, no!” She couldn’t accept it. Just two days in police custody had been unbearable; she couldn’t imagine twelve years.

Suddenly, she looked towards Eleanor and Evan in the audience, “Mom, Evan, Sean, save me, save me, I can’t go to jail, I’ll die.” But the Xander family, who had always doted on her, now looked at her with utter coldness. Sierra had made sure they received all the details of Denise’s actions the day before.