Love beyond the mask (Whitney) novel Chapter 1248

“Hmph, what did you expect? My mom and Sandy are both in there watching her, but Sienna is sticking to her story about being hurt. Once those test results come back, she’s bound to make a scene.”

Shane didn’t look optimistic. “Whitney, did you get a statement from those three drunks?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Whitney shot him a glance. “They admitted you paid them to assault Sienna.”

“What?” Shane’s face drained of color. “Are you even on my side? I gave you money—make them tell the truth!”

“Relax,” Whitney turned away, eyes on the guest room door as it slowly opened.

Looked like the doctor was coming out.

“The doctor’s out, and you still don’t have the real statement. How can I not be freaking out?” Shane was about ready to toss Whitney out the door.

But Whitney just gave him this sly, almost mischievous smile. She strolled toward the room, her gaze cold and intriguing. “Let’s see what the test says first. The doctor must’ve collected samples. Sienna probably thinks she’s got this in the bag.”

“Samples? You mean from those three guys?” Shane followed tightly behind, his broad shoulders tense. He had no idea how Whitney could turn this situation around now.

It looked like Sienna’s plan was falling perfectly into place.

And Whitney had basically handed her the evidence! Had Whitney completely lost her mind?

“Whitney, we can’t let those three guys go in there. Get them out of here! If we get rid of them, the samples won’t match up. Sienna’s trying to frame Sandy, and I can’t let her succeed.”

Whitney shot him a sideways grin. “Who said the samples are from those three? There’s no way it’s any of them.”

“What?”

Whitney’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Now that’s what makes this interesting, doesn’t it?”

Whitney turned back to Gary, who was still looking at her like she’d just landed from Mars, and waved her hand. “Go on in, Gary. Let’s see what Sienna has to say for herself.”

Gary barely knew Whitney, and his disapproval was written all over his face as he glared at Shane. “What’s your friend playing at? The doctor’s already run the tests—what good will this do now? If you hadn’t done anything wrong, how could she have any evidence?”

He was so worked up, he was practically shaking.

“Dad, even if I swam the length of the Mississippi, I couldn’t get cleaner than this. Whitney’s my witness. Just go in, and listen to what she has to say.”

Shane didn’t feel great about it, but if Whitney was here, she had to have a plan. He didn’t want to argue with his dad, especially with Sandy’s future on the line, so he gently pushed Gary into the room.

Inside, Sienna sat curled up at the head of the bed, clinging to Emma. Her eyes, wounded and humiliated, flashed with cold confidence as she spoke, “Shane’s mother, Sylvia, saw the doctor take a sample from my body with her own eyes. A simple test will prove what happened to me. I’ve suffered enough. Shane and Sandy will pay for what they’ve done. They think they can just move on and be happy? Not a chance—not while I’m alive…”

“Oh, really?” Whitney gave a short, amused laugh.