I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 71 - 69: Is He the Older Brother or the Younger Brother?
Mia Grant returned to campus but didn’t rush back to her dorm. Instead, she lingered downstairs for a long time.
Once she was sure none of Silas Grant’s men were around, she quickly slipped upstairs.
"Hey, Kitty, you’re finally back!" Her roommate saw her and immediately asked where she had been all day and why she’d missed class.
"Ah, something came up with my brother, so I was at the hospital with him."
Mia Grant closed the door and handed them the milk tea she had brought.
"Kitty, you’re the best! You always bring us treats when you come back!"
"It was on the way." Mia Grant smiled, pulling her pajamas out of her locker and casually asking, "Did anything happen at school today?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Everyone in the dorm loved to gossip. From her very first day, Mia Grant knew she had come to the right place!
"First thing this morning, the university posted on the official forum explaining what happened between you and Serena Grant the other day. They even attached a photo of a handwritten apology letter from her."
Mia Grant tossed her pajamas aside, her interest instantly piqued.
Hayes Hughes had said he would definitely make Serena Grant apologize to her.
But she hadn’t paid it much mind.
Besides, Hayes Hughes could barely fend for himself right now, so she figured the matter had been dropped.
’I can’t believe there was actually a follow-up!’
’Just as I thought. He always keeps his promises to me...’
The apology letter was very short. Mia Grant finished reading it in a minute.
She was less interested in the half-hearted apology and more curious about what other people were saying.
The "white moonlight goddess" had fallen from her pedestal overnight. The forums were filled with sighs of disappointment.
The university had warned all students not to spread rumors and that the matter was now closed.
’The Grant Family probably won’t find out about me for a while. After all, Serena Grant is unlikely to take the initiative to tell the Grant parents that I’m still alive.’
’Serena Grant would be more than happy if I never went back.’
Mia Grant had used her brain too much today and was planning to get some rest early. But she was in such a good mood that she couldn’t fall asleep, so she invited her roommates to go out for a late-night snack.
「Nine o’clock at night.」
At a food stall across the street from Jynsia U, her roommates ordered beer. Mia Grant wasn’t very hungry and barely ate anything, but she lost track while chatting and had a few more glasses than she intended.
"Kitty, how’s your alcohol tolerance?"
"Eh, it’s fine! Even if Kitty gets drunk, she’s still got us, right?"
"Go on and drink up, Kitty! If you get drunk, we’ll carry you back to the dorm!"
Mia Grant was already starting to feel a buzz. Hearing them, she could only giggle, unable to form a response.
She had no idea what her tolerance for alcohol was.
Before she transmigrated into the book, she never had a chance to drink.
After a busy day at work, she would come home so exhausted she’d collapse into bed. Sometimes she didn’t even have time to eat, let alone drink.
’But it feels okay now, right?’
’No big deal.’
Mia Grant didn’t remember how much she drank. She only felt her head getting dizzier and heavier, and then, THUD, she face-planted onto the table...
「Eleven o’clock at night.」
"Hurry, hurry! The dorms are about to close!"
"Huh? Did Kitty fall asleep?" The group was all bundled up and ready to go when they noticed Mia Grant hadn’t moved from her corner.
She was slumped over the table, her back rising and falling gently. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was sound asleep.
"Oh my god, I think she’s really drunk. Her face is so red!"
"What do we do? Maybe we shouldn’t wake her up. Let’s just carry her back."
"Okay, the three of us can take turns carrying her!"
"Hope we can make it back before they lock up."
"Quick, quick, help me get her on my back."
Mia Grant’s body was limp. Just as they hoisted her up, she uncontrollably slid back into the chair.
Her head lolled to one side as she found a comfortable position and went right back to sleep.
"Grab her arms, get her..."
"Let me."
A voice came from nearby. The girls looked up together, staring dumbfounded as a figure who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere walked slowly toward them.
"You’re..." They exchanged glances, unable to figure out who this person was.
The young man stood as straight as a pine tree. He wore a practical black windbreaker, zipped all the way up. The raised collar hid his sharp jawline, but it couldn’t hide his handsome face.
They did recognize that strikingly handsome face.
However, they knew two people with that face.
’Is this the older brother or the younger one?’
Last time in the classroom, Felix Sinclair had deliberately sat next to Mia Grant.
Later, they’d also accidentally found out that Mia Grant and Ian Sinclair were high school classmates.
In other words, Mia Grant knew both of them. It was a fifty-fifty chance.
The young man silently walked over and helped the dead-drunk girl out of her chair.
Mia Grant, deep in a drowsy sleep, vaguely felt someone fiddling with her hands.
She pulled her hand back, but her wrist was caught.
When she tried to move again, the grip on her wrist tightened like a shackle.
"Don’t move. Let’s get this jacket on you first."
’Such a familiar voice.’
’I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before...’
’Where, though?’
’Why can’t I remember?’
She tried to open her eyes, but could only see a blurry figure moving in front of her.
The person lowered his head, let go of her arm, and zipped up her jacket.
She watched silently as his hand, holding the zipper, moved slowly upward. His gaze followed its path.
When the zipper reached the top, he unexpectedly met her eyes, which were filled with confusion.
She was staring straight at him with her head slightly lowered, looking dazed, like a fawn in a forest at dawn.
Those clear, red-rimmed eyes blinked and blinked, as if trying to recognize something.
The young man’s fingers on the zipper tightened silently. The next second, he averted his gaze, pulled up the windbreaker’s hood, and placed it over her head.
Suddenly, her vision went dark.
"Huh? Did the lights go out?"
Mia Grant raised her hands helplessly, trying to grab onto something.
"..."
Mia Grant was afraid of the dark and subconsciously reached up to pull off whatever was in front of her eyes.
But her hand was caught.
"It’s getting windy outside. Keep the hood on so you don’t catch a cold."
That familiar voice sounded by her ear again—low, steady, and as crisp as a mountain spring.
As if guided by some unseen force, Mia Grant lowered her hand.
She sat obediently in the chair. The jacket she was wearing was large, and it puffed up in the wind, making her look like a chubby penguin swaying uncontrollably from side to side.
"Get on." The young man crouched in front of her. "I’ll take you back."
Mia Grant let out a drunken hiccup in response.
Her roommates helped get her onto his back.
On the way back, Mia Grant tried to lift her head a few times but was stopped each time.
"It’s windy. Stay down on my back and don’t move."
"Oh."
She adjusted her position, pressing her face against his back and feeling his body heat.
The young man’s steps were steady, and soon Mia Grant’s eyelids began to feel heavy.
Just as she was about to doze off, she suddenly remembered something. "Ah, I remember now."
"What?" he asked, hoisting her up a little higher on his back.
"I think I know who you are."
He felt the damp warmth of her breath by his ear.
The young man didn’t say anything, forcing himself to focus all his attention on her words.
Mia Grant giggled and tightened her arms around his neck. "Ian Sinclair, I knew it was you!"
The young man’s steps faltered for a moment. After a long pause, a soft reply was carried away by the autumn wind. "Yeah, I am."
