I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 92 - 90: Coughing Up Blood and Passing Out
SMACK! A solid slap landed squarely across her face.
Mia Grant’s pupils constricted.
Her head was turned to the side, her disheveled hair tumbling down to hide her profile and the rapidly swelling red mark from the slap.
"I knew it was you! You were deliberately avoiding me yesterday, weren’t you?"
"You’ve gotten bold, playing dead? How dare you. You ungrateful wretch!"
Mrs. Grant lunged forward to grab her hair, but Mia’s roommates reacted first, quickly shielding her. "Where did this crazy old hag come from? Are you insane?!"
"You hit her again, I dare you!"
The dorm leader started to call security.
Mrs. Grant shot them a disdainful look, clearly unimpressed by a few students. "Bad company corrupts good character. You’re all just as ill-mannered."
"Get out of my way. I’m teaching my daughter a lesson. Don’t talk to me about security—what could the police do even if they came?"
"So you’re Serena Grant’s mother?" Hearing this, the dorm leader stopped trying to call security.
Now she finally understood why Mia Grant had been so down yesterday...
Mrs. Grant couldn’t be bothered to waste words on a bunch of little girls. With a cold snort, she gestured to the bodyguards who had come with her. "Go grab her for me."
The roommates exchanged a look. A wave of fury surged through them, and they all cracked their knuckles.
"Damn it, I’ve got health insurance! I’ll go first!"
Many students on their way to class stopped to watch the drama unfold, while someone immediately contacted the principal.
By the time the principal rushed over, the two sides were locked in a stalemate.
The girls were shielding Mia Grant, like mother hens protecting their chick.
A cold sweat broke out on the principal’s back. He couldn’t afford to offend either side.
On one hand was Mrs. Grant; on the other was Mia Grant, whom Silas Grant, Kian Keller, and Hayes Hughes had all personally asked him to look after.
But setting all that aside, Mia Grant was his student...
"Mrs. Grant, it’s been a while."
The principal stepped forward with a smile to shake Mrs. Grant’s hand. At the same time, he shot the girls a look, signaling them to leave quickly.
"Stop!"
Mrs. Grant noticed their subtle movements.
"Mia Grant, I’ll say this one last time. Get over here."
The principal blocked her way, saying with a smile, "Mrs. Grant, please, don’t get so worked up."
"Miss Grant hasn’t been feeling well recently, and you see, you just accidentally got physical with her. For the sake of the student’s health, I suggest we let Miss Grant go to the school clinic to get checked out first. We can talk about whatever it is later."
"We can sit down and discuss this calmly."
"There’s no need to make such a scene... right? Look, what will people think, watching all this? You’re mother and daughter, not enemies."
"Please, calm down. Let’s think about the child’s health first..."
"Not feeling well?" Mrs. Grant sneered. "Serena told me everything. She’s been having a grand old time at school these past few days."
"Principal, you don’t know her. Mia Grant has been a pathological liar since she was a child. Faking an illness is her go-to trick, and it never fails."
"At home, she constantly had her brother wrapped around her little finger. Every time her brother showed Serena any kindness, she would start pretending to be sick to get attention."
"..."
The principal gave an awkward laugh. "Perhaps you’re just biased against her. Miss Grant, she..."
"Kitty?!"
"Kitty, why are you coughing up blood?!"
The principal froze, then spun around abruptly.
Beyond the wall of people, her frail figure swayed precariously, like a wilting vine about to snap.
At the same time, a scarlet liquid began to seep continuously from the corner of her lips.
DRIP. DRIP. It fell to the ground, pooling into a small puddle.
One glance was all it took for the principal to let out a shrill cry.
"Quick, quick, an ambulance!!!"
Even Mrs. Grant was stunned. She furrowed her brow, about to say something.
Unfortunately, no one was paying any attention to her now.
Across from them, Mia Grant had already fainted.
Just before she collapsed, a figure burst through the crowd and caught her securely as she fell.
"Mia Grant?!"
As her consciousness faded, Mia Grant heard someone softly calling her name.
The voice seemed to come from far away, yet it also felt as if it were right next to her ear.
She couldn’t tell who it was at all.
Then again, it seemed like there were many people...
Her eyelids were too heavy. Her lashes fluttered, but in the end, she couldn’t open her eyes.
Yates Donovan was at the hospital visiting his grandfather, who had woken up today.
After hearing about recent events, the old man scolded him a bit. But it was only a few words; in the end, he still doted on his eldest grandson.
"At the end of the day, what happened with Kian Keller wasn’t your fault. You had good intentions. You’re just too young, too impulsive, and you got sloppy and showed your hand."
Yates Donovan agreed with a grin. "Then next time, I’ll try harder not to let them find out."
His grandfather cursed him with a laugh. He stared at him for a moment, then added, "It’s about time you went to the company to get some real-world experience. A man has to grow up, you can’t..."
"Sure."
His grandfather hadn’t expected him to agree so readily and was momentarily unsure how to react.
Yates Donovan fed the peeled orange to the old man. "You can make the arrangements. I’m fine with anything."
"I haven’t seen you in a few months, how did you get so obedient?" his grandfather asked, pleasantly surprised.
Yates Donovan just smiled without a word.
His grandfather seemed to have a vague idea of what was going on. He reached out, patted his head, and sighed. "Yates, you’ve been wronged."
"As for your second uncle, I’ll have a talk with him later."
Yates Donovan smiled, looking down as he continued to peel another orange. "It’s nothing, Grandpa. Don’t overthink it."
The old man gently patted his head again. Some things were best left unsaid.
He knew the child he had watched grow up better than anyone. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Yates Donovan might seem like a bit of a rebellious troublemaker, but he was a good kid at heart.
Yates Donovan could guess what his grandfather was thinking, but he didn’t interrupt. He just took an apple from the fruit bowl and began to peel it.
’In the past, I never fought or competed for anything because I didn’t care about it. That doesn’t mean I don’t know how.’
"What’s all that commotion outside? Why is it so noisy?"
His grandfather glanced toward the door.
Yates Donovan shot his subordinate a look. "Go see what’s going on."
’This entire floor is for VIP wards. Why would anyone be making a racket here?’
Before long, the subordinate returned, choosing his words carefully. "Young Master, they just brought a patient into the room next door. The family is causing a scene."
"Contact the hospital. Get them out of here," Yates Donovan said, continuing to peel the apple.
"I’m afraid that won’t be possible. It’s the Grant Family."
"The Grant Family?" Yates Donovan didn’t even look up, his tone gloating. "Oh? Who in their family got sick? Must be karma catching up with them for all the bad deeds they’ve done."
His grandfather shot him a disapproving look. "Don’t talk nonsense."
The subordinate replied, "It’s the Grant Family’s... Second Miss, Mia Grant. I heard she coughed up blood and fainted. They just stabilized her, but she’s still unconscious."
CRUNCH. The knife, which had been smoothly following the line of the apple peel, slipped and drew a line of blood across the man’s fingertip.
"..."
The apple was set down on the table. Yates Donovan gripped the fruit knife, a smile playing on his lips as he stood up. "You get some rest. I’m going to pop in next door."
His grandfather had his own questions, but he knew now wasn’t the time. "It’s better not to get involved in the Grant Family’s affairs."
"Can’t do that, Grandpa." The man wiped away the bead of scarlet blood on his fingertip, his smile careless. "I don’t care if it’s the Grant Family or any other family."
"She is..." He blinked, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "...my love."
"I have to go and see that justice is done for her."
