Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 15

Sienna turned to Mr. Zeller. "Mr. Zeller, did your son experience a massive shock? Like witnessing a deeply traumatic event?

His symptoms align with intermittent explosive disorder triggered by post-traumatic stress disorder.

Relying on sedatives long-term without providing psychological intervention will only worsen his condition, potentially leading to..."

"Enough!" Mr. Zeller's face turned livid. "My son is not mentally ill! Mr. Sterling, if your wife continues this nonsense, don't blame me for being discourteous."

He pointed toward the door. "Please have her leave immediately!"

Celeste seized the opportunity to fan the flames. "Dr. Sloan, I know you've been put on a pedestal by a lot of people over the years, which naturally gave you an ego, but you can't just go around diagnosing people like a curse.

Listen to the things you're saying. You've thoroughly humiliated Jarred."

No matter how you spun it, she was basically calling Sienna an arrogant fool who didn't know her place.

She was just about to retort when Mr. Zeller turned to Jarred, his tone hostile. "Mr. Sterling, you were the one who originally recommended Dr. Carlyle to us, and now your wife is claiming the opposite. With two entirely different stories, who are we supposed to believe?"

Everyone's gaze shifted to Jarred.

He, however, kept his eyes locked on Sienna, his expression unreadable and dark.

Sienna had already suffered through his countless "either/or" choices, so she harbored no hope at all.

She turned to the Zellers, her eyes earnest. "Everyone, I am not just a clinical doctor, I specialize in psychiatry. It is obvious that Maxwell's condition is—"

"Sienna." Jarred suddenly cut in, his voice as cold as ice. "Get out right now."

Sienna froze.

Even though she had anticipated this outcome, being publicly kicked out by him in a setting like this still felt like a sledgehammer to the chest.

She kept her face impassive, but her voice betrayed a slight tremor. "Jarred, you were the one who dragged me here tonight!"

Jarred remained unmoved and didn't even look at her. "The driver is downstairs."

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