I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 63 - 61: He’s Hiding Another Woman at Home
Mia Grant felt like she was dreaming.
Aside from the first few times she’d come to Kian Keller’s place willingly, every visit since had been against her will.
And it had always been difficult to leave.
So much so that this time, she wasn’t even in a hurry to escape.
But now... the butler was actually trying to kick her out???
She hadn’t contacted Kian Keller in a few days, and by her calculations, he should have been discharged from the hospital already.
The butler had just said he was upstairs.
So why was he kicking her out?
Had Kian Keller found someone new?
Huh? No way. He wasn’t Yates Donovan, after all.
Mia Grant frowned.
Besides, he’d spent all this time unable to see reason and let her go. How could he have a sudden epiphany in just a few days?
The car crash damaged his leg, not his brain, right? How did it manage to fix his head too?
’Can car accidents cure mental illnesses now?’
One question after another popped into her head. Mia Grant deliberated for a moment before probing, "I do have class, but it’s not that urgent. He hasn’t eaten yet, has he? I can take it up to him."
"Miss Grant!" The butler blocked the elevator, his expression flustered. "The master has already eaten. There’s no need to trouble yourself."
"Are you sure he’s upstairs?" Mia Grant looked up, her gaze slowly tracing the spiral staircase.
Then she looked back down and narrowed her eyes. "You’re so afraid of me going up. What’s he doing in my room? Don’t tell me he’s with another woman—"
"Absolutely not!" the butler exclaimed, waving his hands frantically.
Mia Grant snorted, clearly not believing him.
"If you won’t tell me, I’ll go up and see for myself. If you don’t let me, I’ll just sit here and wait you out."
She had the air of an old lady about to stage a fall and extort someone.
"..."
She had always known how to get her way with people.
The butler, resigned, led her aside and lowered his voice. "A short while ago, the master was in a minor accident on the road."
"What?" Mia Grant put on a stunned expression. "What do you mean, a ’minor accident’?"
"The master... injured his leg. He’s still recovering."
Mia Grant looked shocked and rushed forward. "Is it serious? I’m going up to see him!"
The butler, quick on his feet, blocked her path. "The master needs to rest quietly!"
"..." Mia Grant was a little speechless. ’If he needs to rest, then who was it that had her kidnapped and brought here?’
’He’s insane.’
The butler seemed to sense her thoughts and explained, "It was one of the master’s subordinates. He acted without the master’s permission... I’m truly sorry for frightening you, Miss Grant."
Mia Grant couldn’t keep pressing the issue, so she waved her hand dismissively, pretending not to care. She continued to feign concern for Kian Keller’s condition, not forgetting to squeeze out a couple of tears.
The butler emphasized repeatedly that it wasn’t very serious, but Kian Keller needed to rest and was not seeing any visitors.
Mia Grant couldn’t wait to leave.
Her part was played, anyway. After a bit of push and pull, it was time for her to make her exit.
The driver was already waiting outside, and the butler saw her to the door.
Suddenly, Mia Grant thought of something and stopped.
According to the plot, the system had casually mentioned that Kian Keller only had a bone fracture.
But the original novel had written that after his injury, Kian Keller was confined to a wheelchair for a time. Due to the taunts of the other male leads and his own decadent, pessimistic attitude, his leg injury gradually worsened. In the end, it was only through the female lead’s "reforming influence" that he slowly recovered and learned to stand again.
’Combining that with his current refusal to see visitors... Hiss... I’m afraid it’s not as simple as the system said.’
"Is he really... not seriously hurt?"
Mia Grant tilted her head to look at the butler, her gaze much more sincere this time.
The butler opened the car door for her. He froze at her words for a few seconds before nodding. His smile was polite and proper, but it didn’t look quite real.
"Of course. You needn’t worry, Miss Grant."
Mia Grant looked back, her eyes on the familiar window.
The sunlight refracted, blindingly bright, but she couldn’t see anything beyond it.
The butler urged, "You’re going to be late."
—
Watching the car drive away, the butler let out a long breath.
He averted his gaze, turned quickly, and hurried upstairs at a trot.
Upstairs.
In the bedroom Mia Grant had once stayed in.
The butler pushed the door open. In the silent room, the soft click of the door closing seemed to be infinitely amplified.
The butler took a deep breath and turned around.
The room was dim. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a narrow gap. Sunlight pierced through the glass like a sharp, cold blade, striking the injured leg of the man on the bed.
On the bed, Kian Keller’s head was turned to the side, his eyes on the world outside. He seemed to be staring at something through that crack of light, lost in thought for a long time.
Not until the butler walked to the foot of the bed and called his name softly.
Only then did he react, moving his stiff neck to turn his head.
Kian Keller’s eyes were filled with indifference, like a pool of stagnant water without a single ripple.
"Master, Miss Grant wasn’t harmed. She has gone back now."
"I’ve already disciplined Murray. He was the one who misinterpreted your intentions and brought Miss Grant here."
The butler said a great deal in one breath, but Kian Keller’s expression remained unchanged. Clearly, he didn’t care about any of that.
The butler paused, then added, "Miss Grant was very worried about you."
Finally, the man’s long lashes trembled. He blinked his stinging eyes. "What did she say?"
His voice was soft and hoarse, raspy like fragments scraped across sandpaper.
"Miss Grant wanted to come up and see you, but I stopped her. When she heard you were injured, she even cried."
"Cried?" A cold smile seeped into Kian Keller’s eyes. "She’d only feel regret that I’m not dead yet."
"..." The butler choked on his words.
He tried to explain, but Kian Keller had already closed his eyes, looking as if he had no intention of listening.
He was convinced this was just a lie the butler had concocted to appease him.
’How could Mia Grant possibly care about him?’
If she truly cared, she’d had plenty of opportunities to come look for him, to see him, during this time.
But what was the reality?
Not a single phone call or text message.
He had a general idea of her movements over the past few days. She had been with Silas Grant and the others, so she’d had plenty of chances to find out about his injury.
And yet, she remained utterly indifferent.
The butler wanted to show him the security footage, but Kian Keller’s reaction was one of complete rejection, so he had to give up.
He didn’t know what to make of it. The master certainly still had Miss Grant in his heart; he was just being stubborn.
It also had something to do with his pride. He probably didn’t want Miss Grant to see him in such a wretched and embarrassing state.
Ever since being discharged from the hospital, the master had stayed in this room.
The room’s layout and style were all to Miss Grant’s liking. It still held things she had used before, and her scent seemed to linger in the air.
During this time, the master had never once left this room, nor was he willing to accept treatment.
He had become irritable and quick to anger, and also more taciturn.
Most of the time, he just stared blankly out the window.
"Master, the weather is nice today. Shall I push you out to the backyard for a bit?" the butler dared to ask.
Kian Keller turned a deaf ear, leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed, like a statue of a slumbering Buddha in a temple.
THWACK!
A pebble struck the window.
The butler flinched. Before he could reach the bed, he heard another sound, even louder than the first.
Kian Keller’s brow furrowed slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. "What’s going on?"
The butler pushed open the window, and a pebble was tossed through the gap, landing with unerring accuracy on Kian Keller’s injured leg.
"..."
