I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 100 - 98: He Doesn’t Want You Anymore

"What are you doing here?"

Mia Grant frowned.

Her expression changed so fast, Yates Donovan couldn’t help but click his tongue.

"Baby, I’m not a big fan of this reaction."

One second, her eyes were lit up at the sight of Hayes Hughes.

The next, her gaze landed on him, and her smile vanished instantly.

"You’ll break my heart." His tone was pitiful, but he was sitting on the sofa, chin in his hand, looking at her with a roguish grin.

Mia Grant rolled her eyes at him.

"I did stand guard outside your door all night, you know." He pointed under his eyes. "Look, look! I’ve even got dark circles to prove it."

Mia stared at him for a few seconds before asking again, "So, why are you here?"

"Aren’t you supposed to be in the room next door?"

"I was worried no one would be here to take care of you."

’How is that possible?’

’Wasn’t Silas here...?’

Mia Grant scanned her surroundings but found no trace of Silas Grant. It was as if the scene before she fell asleep last night had all been a dream.

She looked toward the door, trying to peer through the small glass window to see into the hallway.

"Stop looking. He’s long gone."

Yates Donovan’s charming eyes narrowed, his tone mischievous and childish, as if teasing a small child. "Oh no, he’s abandoned you~"

"..."

Mia Grant gritted her teeth.

It was too difficult to communicate with Yates Donovan, so she turned to Hayes Hughes.

Hayes poured her a glass of water and answered gently before she could even ask, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Your brother had to rush back to Portia."

"Oh, right." Mia had almost forgotten about that.

After a pause, she clutched the cup and asked nervously, "So... did you two run into each other?"

"No." Hayes Hughes sat down in a chair, raising his eyes to meet hers. After a long moment, he said, "We didn’t. But it was your brother who told me to come."

"???" Mia’s hand trembled, nearly spilling the water.

She pointed at the man she’d been pointedly ignoring. "Didn’t he call you?"

Hayes Hughes shook his head. "When I arrived, your brother had already left. Only Yates Donovan was here."

Meeting Mia Grant’s resentful gaze, Yates Donovan shot her a flirtatious wink.

’He wasn’t lying. He really was the one who opened the door for Hayes and led him in through the main entrance. He never said he was the one who contacted Hayes.’

Mia’s gaze shifted between the two of them. She waited and waited, but neither seemed to feel the need to offer any further explanation.

Of course, it wasn’t Hayes Hughes’s or Yates Donovan’s fault. Last night had been chaotic—so chaotic that even they didn’t know exactly what had happened.

Yates had kept watch in the hallway all night, but Silas Grant never returned.

Out of boredom, he started playing cards with Silas’s bodyguards to pass the time.

He couldn’t remember what time it was when he finally drew a killer hand, ready to turn the tables.

But then, a sound came from the elevators. Before he could react, the bodyguard next to him shot up, snatched the four 2s and two jokers from his hand, and tossed the whole lot into a nearby trash can.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, he heard the bodyguard’s uncertain voice from above him. "Mr. Grant... the... the second young master?"

’The Grant Family’s second young master? Since when was there such a person?’

He turned his head and saw Hayes Hughes.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. ’This pretty boy usually looks so clean-cut and frail. I didn’t think he was actually brave enough to court death. His injuries from last time haven’t even healed, and he’s already rushing back for another beating.’

Hayes Hughes got straight to the point, saying he had received a call from Silas Grant.

’Why hadn’t Silas come back? Was he still at the Grant Family’s estate?’

He asked Hayes Hughes, but the other man didn’t know anything.

Hayes didn’t know Silas’s whereabouts.

He had rushed over as soon as he heard Mia Grant was in trouble.

Afterward, the two of them tried to contact Silas Grant, but their calls went unanswered. A long time later, they finally received a message that Silas had arrived in Portia.

Early this morning, he had someone check on the Grant Family’s estate. Normally, the family would be going to Southerfell for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but half the day had passed with no one entering or leaving the residence.

—

Mia wanted to ask more, but Yates Donovan quickly derailed her train of thought.

"My grandfather is getting discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow."

"Oh." Mia didn’t know why he was telling her this.

She thought for a moment before offering a few perfunctory pleasantries.

Yates Donovan watched her, his gaze sweeping carelessly over her face before landing on Hayes Hughes, then quickly pulling back.

His stare made Mia’s heart race. She felt like he was full of bad intentions, brewing up some kind of scheme.

Sure enough, after a brief silence, she saw the corners of his lips curl into a wicked grin. "My grandfather is inviting you to our home for dinner. How about you grace us with your presence?"

"..."

Choking on a sip of water, Mia started coughing.

Hayes Hughes’s brow furrowed slightly before smoothing out. He quickly folded a tissue and gently dabbed at the drop of water on her lips.

Compared to last night, her lips had regained some of their color, and he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Mia didn’t notice Hayes’s gesture. Her attention was fixed on that bastard, Yates Donovan.

"Wait, why invite me? I don’t even know your grandfather."

Yates threw up his hands. "How should I know? I’m just the messenger."

"It’s fine if you don’t want to go. I’ll just go back and tell the old man that it’s not that you don’t have time, you just don’t want to eat with an old geezer like him. You’re worried it’ll ruin your appetite."

Mia’s mouth twitched violently, and she threw the water cup in her hand straight at him.

The man’s unrestrained laughter echoed through the hospital room.

"Relax, it’s definitely not a trap." After he’d had his laugh, Yates stood up and placed the cup on her bedside table.

He paused by her bed, one hand on his hip as he looked down at her. "It’s not like you’ve never been to my house before. The first time is strange, the second is familiar."

"How is that the same thing?!" Mia was going crazy.

"How is it different? Last time, besides not eating, didn’t you already wander through all the places you were and weren’t supposed to?"

"You’ve already met all my ancestors. What else is there to be afraid of?"

Mia choked, furiously pounding on him. But he smoothly caught her hand, taking the opportunity to cop a feel.

"..."

Hayes Hughes’s eyelashes trembled. His gaze lowered, and he calmly began to flip through Mia’s medical reports.

’Why would she suddenly cough up blood? How could they not find the cause?’

The sound of the pair’s bickering grew louder, and they even started getting physical, completely oblivious to his presence.

Like a young couple in the throes of a passionate romance, sharing a moment.

The atmosphere grew intimate.

His vision began to blur. He didn’t know how many pages of the report he’d turned. The familiar medical terms became jumping musical notes, flashing rapidly before his eyes.

Hayes Hughes squeezed his eyes shut.

A few seconds later, he opened them and stood up.

The chair scraped lightly against the floor. As quiet as it was, the sound still startled the bickering couple.

Meeting their questioning gazes, Hayes Hughes felt an inexplicable pang of guilt and gave a small, smiling nod.

Before they could react, he left with the thick stack of reports.

He took a step out, then stopped, unwilling to leave it at that.

Hayes knew this wasn’t right, but he let his reason flee. He turned back and offered Yates Donovan an apologetic smile. "Excuse me, but would you mind stepping out for a moment?"