Chapter 83
“Like I said, you don’t have to be my father.” Sienna’s eyes darkened, sharp as blades.
Aiden’s eyes bulged wide, staring at her in utter disbelief.
Jocelyn stared in disbelief. This outcome was worlds apart from what she had imagined. Surprisingly, Aiden was helpless against Sienna.
Sienna said, “Aiden, here’s your chance to redeem yourself for your insolence. Change her surname back to Turner and publicly declare she’s no longer tied to the Hart family.”
Linda shrieked hysterically, “How dare you, Sienna? Who the hell do you think you are, ordering your father around? You should be drowned for your sins, you shameless bitch. You deserve to die. Ah–”
Before Linda could finish her tirade, Elisa suddenly struck her across the face. “How dare you insult Miss Sienna,” she snapped.
Aiden was seething with rage. This wasn’t just anger, but a direct challenge to his authority and dignity. As a father, being ordered around like a servant by his daughter was a humiliation he could hardly bear.
If word got out, Aiden wasn’t supposed to maintain his dignity.
Aiden snarled, “What if I refuse? Sienna, you’ve truly gone rogue. How dare you treat the parents who raised you with such heartless cruelty?”
“You should know better than to try emotional blackmail; it is the most foolish thing you could do,” Sienna said coldly. “Guards, my father’s clearly lost his mind. He’s given the Hart name to someone else’s daughter and treats his own flesh and blood like a stranger. I suspect someone’s been manipulating him. Take him to a psychiatric facility for evaluation.”
“How dare you?” Aiden choked out between violent coughs, his face contorted with rage.
Before Aiden could even react, the bodyguards behind him grabbed his arms.
Aiden roared, his face purple with rage, “Sienna, how dare you? I’m your father, yet you’d actually send me to a psychiatric facility? May you be struck down by God.”
Sienna’s gaze was glacial as she sneered, “Forgotten already, Dad? Wasn’t it you who tried to have your daughter committed to a psychiatric facility last time? Now it’s your turn. What’s the difference? Hurry up. The psychiatric facility will open soon.”
“At once, Miss Sienna,” one of the guards said.
Aiden continued cursing violently, his eyes bulging in stunned disbelief as he was dragged away to the car, thrashing in futile resistance.
Lana approached with a stack of documents. “Miss Sienna, Jocelyn Hart has legally reverted to Jocelyn Turner. From now on, she is no longer affiliated with the Hart family. The official announcement has already been published.”
Sienna slapped a stack of legal documents down in front of Jocelyn and Linda, her crimson lips parting with sinister allure.
“Listen carefully. Whether you’re a Hart or a Turner has never been your choice to make. Is that clear?” Sienna said.
Sienna loomed before them like an unscalable peak, while they were just two ants, posing no threat, utterly defenseless, and ready to be crushed at any moment.
Jocelyn stared in disbelief at the documents in her trembling hands: Jocelyn Turner. Her pupils dilated violently, fists clenched tight, her composure utterly shattered.
“Sienna, you vicious bitch. What gives you the right to treat me like this? Who the hell do you think you are?” Jocelyn snapped.
Everything Jocelyn took pride in shattered to pieces in that instant. She had been certain Sienna would hold back because of Aiden and that she could manipulate his paternal feelings to get Sienna thrown out of the Hart residence.
But Jocelyn never imagined that Aiden would be utterly powerless before Sienna, reduced to nothing, then hauled off to a psychiatric facility.
‘No. I refuse to accept this. I just can’t,’ she wondered.
Jocelyn glared at Sienna and snapped, “Sienna, how dare you be so brazen? Aren’t you afraid I’ll expose you and turn you into an unfilial daughter everyone despises and wants nothing to do with?”