Chapter 92: Filing a False Report?!
With that, Damian wheeled Sienna into the VIP room and slammed the door shut.
Sophie stomped her foot in the hallway. “That bastard! That piece of trash!”
Evelyn leaned back in the wheelchair and closed her eyes. She wasn’t angry. She was simply keeping score. Every slight, every cut, she would remember clearly.
Inside the VIP room, Sienna lay on the soft bed, enjoying being spoon-fed water by Damian.
“Damian, I’m still scared… Evelyn looked like she wanted to kill me.”
“Ignore her. She’s just jealous.” Damian put down the cup and stroked her hair. “You rest. I’ll check my company emails outside.”
As soon as Damian left, a woman in a nurse’s uniform and mask wheeled in a treatment cart. “Time for a dressing change,” the nurse said.
Sienna impatiently held out her arm. “Be gentle! My skin is very sensitive.” Her arm only had a faint scratch that was already scabbing.
The nurse said nothing. She took an unlabeled clear ointment and applied it to Sienna’s arm.
“What is this?” Sienna frowned. “It smells odd.”
“A special repair cream. For scars.” The nurse quickly packed up. “It takes effect in ten minutes.” She pushed the cart out, pulled off her mask, and tossed it into the trash, revealing Lina’s indignant face—the “special care” arranged by Ryan.
Two minutes later, Sienna felt a warmth on her arm. Is the scar cream working this fast? she wondered with delight.
Five minutes later, the warmth turned to an itch. It wasn't on the skin's surface; it felt like a million ants crawling beneath her skin, surging through her veins.
“Hiss… It itches so badly…” Sienna couldn't help but scratch. That scratch triggered an explosion. The itching became unbearable, spreading across her body.
“Ah! Itching! What’s happening!” Sienna clawed desperately at her arms, her nails raking red lines across her skin. The sensation offered no relief; it only grew worse with every scratch.
Ten minutes later, Damian returned to the room and was appalled. Sienna was thrashing on the bed, her previously fair arms clawed into a bloody, raw mess. She was screaming wildly, blood and skin flakes under her fingernails.
“Sienna! What are you doing!” Damian rushed to restrain her.
“The itch! Damian! Save me! It’s crawling! Bugs are biting me!” Sienna shrieked, struggling so fiercely that her hand lashed out, leaving three bloody gashes on Damian’s face.
“Damn it!” Damian winced in pain but couldn’t hold her down. “Doctor! Doctor!” he yelled.
Doctors and nurses rushed in, shocked by the scene. “Quick! Give her a sedative!” the doctor ordered.
Sienna was still scratching and screaming, “Bastards! What did you give me! I’ll kill you!”
After the chaotic struggle, the sedative finally worked. Sienna lay limp on the bed, still twitching unconsciously. The hands she once used to flaunt jewelry were now swollen and covered in raw, scratched sores.
Damian stood nearby, disheveled, with three bloody claw marks on his face and his tie askew, his expression a mix of irritation and profound disgust. Seeing Sienna looking like a raving lunatic, his pity vanished, replaced by a physical revulsion.
In the hallway, Evelyn listened to the screams and commotion. Sophie returned from scouting, her face alight with schadenfreude.
“Evelyn! Guess what? That bitch Sienna is going nuts! She clawed herself raw, claiming it was an allergy! You should see her—she looks like a total maniac!”
Evelyn watched the drip bag, a faint, cold smile curving her lips. “The wicked get what they deserve.”
Dr. John, who had treated her arm, came to check on her. Evelyn stopped him.
“Dr. John, please prepare a detailed medical report, including the wound depth, severity, and potential for permanent damage.”
Dr. John looked surprised. “Why are you asking for that, Mrs. Green?”
Evelyn’s eyes sharpened. “I suspect the dog was either rabid or deliberately given a neural stimulant to make it attack. And, Sophie, call my lawyer. Since Damian insists this was an ‘accident,’ I’ll let the police define criminal liability for him.”
Damian wanted to smooth things over? He wanted to protect that woman? Dream on.
Ten minutes later, two police officers arrived. Evelyn sat in her wheelchair, her heavily bandaged arm resting on the armrest.
“Officers, I want to file a report. I accuse Ms. Sienna Marlowe and her sister, Lillian, of deliberately inciting an animal to attack, constituting criminal assault.”
Officer Marcus took out his notepad. “Ma’am, please detail the incident.”
“At the Vance Estate entrance, Lillian was holding the dog. The dog was on a leash, but as I passed, Lillian actively let go. Furthermore, just before the attack, Ms. Sienna Marlowe made suggestive remarks to the dog, causing it to lose control and attack me.”
Sophie stepped forward and handed the officers a clip of the security footage from the Vance Estate gate, which Ayla Vance had just sent over to assist. Although the image was blurry due to the rain, it clearly showed Lillian’s hand making an active motion to release the leash, rather than the dog merely breaking free.
“This…” Marcus frowned.
Just then, the VIP room door burst open. Damian strode out, followed by a red-swollen, scratching Sienna and a panicked Lillian.
“This is slander!” Damian’s voice boomed down the hallway. He confronted the officers, his tall body shielding Sienna.
“Officers, this was purely an accident.” Damian pointed at Evelyn. “My wife, driven by jealousy of Sienna, the real victim here, is filing a false report to waste police resources and cause disorder.”