I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 81 - 79: Mia Grant, Mortal Danger

「Portia.」

"Why are you the only one back? Didn’t I tell you to bring Hayes with you?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming up. The hospital didn’t give him any time off?"

The old man was in the backyard, playing golf.

Silas Grant stood silently to the side. He had come straight from the airport, looking weary from his travels. He was still in a coat and formal suit, not yet having had a chance to change.

At the question, he said, "He’s probably busy."

"Probably?" The old man smiled and turned around, staring at him for a few seconds as the smile in his eyes deepened. "Is he busy with work at the hospital, or busy recovering in the hospital?"

"..."

Silas Grant lowered his head.

The old man swung his final shot with force, finishing his exercise for the day. A nearby servant instinctively reached out, wanting to take the club.

But the old man bypassed the servant’s hands, lifted the club, and swung again with all his might.

Only this time, his target wasn’t the ball, but Silas’s leg.

A short, muffled grunt sounded.

The tall figure swayed slightly before quickly steadying himself.

As if nothing had happened.

The old man, a placid smile on his face, handed the club to the servant, but his words were for Silas. "Don’t let there be a next time."

"Yes, sir."

The old man wiped his wrinkled fingers with a towel and sighed. "I really am getting old."

"You’re still as hale and hearty as ever. You have more stamina than a young man like me."

"Is that so?" The old man glanced at him. "Have you had lunch?"

"I ate on the plane."

The old man grunted in acknowledgment. "Then head to the company. See what surprise your Mr. Ted has prepared for you today."

Silas Grant moved to help the old man up the steps, but he waved him off.

Silas retracted his hand and followed him up. "He seems to have taken a particular liking to the port business lately. He has indeed given me quite a few surprises."

"He’s always had a big appetite. If he keeps eating like this, it’s bound to affect his health. It’s about time he was made to cough some of it up."

The old man simply smiled without speaking, giving his tacit approval.

"Then I won’t disturb you any longer. I’ll head over now and come back to have dinner with you this evening." Silas smiled and bowed slightly. The moment he turned, the smile vanished from his eyes, replaced by a chillingly sharp glint.

After seeing Silas off, the butler returned to the dining room.

At the head of the table, the old man set down his knife and fork, sipping his soup with unhurried elegance.

"Sir, he’s left."

After a pause, the butler asked, "I noticed the young master was covered in a cold sweat when he left. His leg must be badly injured."

"If you don’t teach him a lesson, he’ll never learn."

The old man sighed. "Fine. Have a doctor go to the company and take a look at him."

The butler acknowledged the order, then asked, "And what about the second young master in Jynsia... Should we send someone to check on him?"

"Hmph."

The old man tossed his spoon down, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "Useless thing. It would be for the best if he died in that hospital."

The butler quickly lowered his head, but he knew the old man had a soft heart despite his harsh words.

Hayes Hughes was his biological grandson. Even if his maternal grandson, Silas Grant, was more outstanding, he couldn’t just abandon his own flesh and blood.

"That girl from the Grant Family..." the old man trailed off. The butler, catching his meaning, prompted, "Mia Grant."

"Oh, Mia Grant. How is she alive again?"

"Did she survive the sea? Or did she never jump in the first place?"

"We’ve determined it was the former. Neither the first nor the second young master knew. They wouldn’t go so far as to hide their sister away."

This statement seemed to strike the old man as hilarious. He laughed so hard he turned his head and coughed. The butler, alarmed, rushed forward to pat his back and help him catch his breath.

The old man raised a hand, signaling that he was fine.

Only then did the butler respectfully return to his spot.

"I watched those two little rascals grow up. No one knows them better than I do."

"Hayes most likely wouldn’t. Silas, on the other hand... it’s hard to say." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Useless, the both of them."

"Try to look on the bright side, sir. Mia Grant isn’t a true daughter of the Grant Family, after all."

"True. Knowing Silas, once he sets his sights on someone, he doesn’t care who they are."

’So what if she’s his sister?’

But the old man still couldn’t bring himself to be happy. "Is that girl still in Jynsia?"

"Yes, studying at Jynsia U. She’s with Miss Serena."

"Did Silas get her in?"

"Not exactly. The young lady’s grades have always been quite good."

The old man’s eyelids twitched slightly, but that was his only reaction.

"She’s at the same school as Serena. Hasn’t anything happened?"

The butler immediately recounted the incident on the university forum from a few days prior.

After listening, the old man gave a meaningful smile, picked up his spoon, and continued drinking his soup.

When he was finally finished, the old man set down his napkin and tossed out a sentence: "Since she wants to die, then let’s grant her wish."

The butler wasn’t the least bit surprised. He nodded. "Yes, sir."

As the old man left the dining room, he hesitated for a moment before adding another instruction. "On account of the fact she once called me grandfather, make it clean. Little girls are afraid of pain."

The butler understood the deep meaning behind his words...

The old man meant for the strike to be decisive, a single, fatal blow, to let Mia Grant go with as little suffering as possible.

In the afternoon, as the old man was enjoying tea in the tea room, the butler came in from outside to report on their progress.

"We’ve found that the young lady seems to have someone secretly protecting her."

"Silas’s men?"

"It’s not yet clear. Possibly."

"Possibly?"

The old man raised an eyebrow, finding the phrasing rather interesting.

"Because we’ve discovered what appears to be two or three separate groups."

The old man silently lifted his teacup and took a light sip.

"Furthermore, it’s truly inconvenient to make a move in Jynsia."

This was Jynsia, after all. Disposing of someone without a trace was no easy feat.

"Hasn’t Silas always wanted to bring her back? This time, we’ll give him the opportunity."

The butler froze.

The old man let out a faint smile. "What, is it difficult to make a move in Portia, too?"

"N-no, it’s not." In Portia, the Hughes Family reigned supreme.

The butler voiced his concern. "To do it right under the young master’s nose... This... The young master will be heartbroken, won’t he?"

"Heartbroken?"

The old man thought for a moment, then let out a sound of realization. "There’s some sense in that."

"He sent so many people to protect that girl, only for something to happen to her on his own territory. He should be heartbroken."

He then set down his teacup and smiled again. "But isn’t that perfect? It will make the lesson all the more memorable."

The butler: "...Yes, sir."

Mia Grant had no idea that she had already attracted a fatal disaster.

She slept until noon, and when she woke, her temples were still throbbing slightly.

She couldn’t remember what time she had fallen asleep last night.

’It was a chaotic night, anyway. Mentally chaotic.’

When she got up, the space beside her was already empty. Felix Sinclair must have woken up very early.

As she got out of bed, she saw a set of clothes placed on the chair beside it, prepared for her.

He wasn’t home.

Mia Grant opened her phone and found a message he’d sent two hours ago: [My professor had an emergency. I ordered lunch and had it left at the door. You can eat when you wake up.]

Mia yawned and went to the door to get the delivery.

The elevator doors slid open with a DING.

Ian Sinclair, carrying a container of soup his mom had made, stepped out. The next moment, his steps faltered.

He saw a woman wearing only a shirt appear at his brother’s front door...

His gaze traveled upward, meeting a pair of sleepy, yet exceptionally familiar, eyes.

"..."