I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 96 - 94: He Said: Good Girl

In just an instant, the chill in the man’s eyes was replaced by a gentle warmth, but his polite smile held a hint of detachment.

"You’re Mia’s classmate, from the Sinclair family... Felix Sinclair?"

For a moment, Felix Sinclair’s mind went blank.

He was surprised that this man, whom he had only met a few times, could actually tell him apart from Ian Sinclair.

After all, even Mia Grant sometimes couldn’t tell the two of them apart at a glance.

He nodded slightly. "Mia Grant’s brother. Hello, sir." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Silas Grant’s smile was warm. "I heard. You were the ones who brought Mia to the hospital this time. I apologize for the trouble."

"If you need anything from me in the future, don’t hesitate to ask."

The hollow pleasantries of a businessman. Felix Sinclair didn’t pay them any mind.

He showed no reaction.

But the thought of the scene inside...

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed with difficulty.

"Have you seen the doctor?"

"Not yet. I came in a hurry. I just landed."

"I suggest you go talk to the doctor first." Felix Sinclair pointed the way, then added, "Actually, let me take you there. She’s fine right now, just resting."

Felix Sinclair wasn’t good at lying, nor did he like it.

But sometimes...

You just have to.

No matter who it was for.

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt the man’s gaze linger on his face for a moment, studying him intently.

Silas Grant was a very intelligent man, but at that moment, he just smiled and adjusted his glasses. "Alright, I’ll trouble you then."

***

Twenty minutes later, he emerged from the doctor’s office.

The man gave a token knock on the door before pushing it open and walking in.

Mia Grant paused mid-sentence, thinking Felix Sinclair had returned.

Because Ian Sinclair had just mentioned that Felix was at the hospital too.

But she never expected that when she looked up, she would fall into a pair of deep eyes.

The man’s gaze was inscrutable. The moment their eyes met, his dark pupils behind the lenses narrowed slightly, a faint smile spreading from them.

It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but Mia Grant knew what *she* was thinking.

Her hand clutching the blanket tightened silently.

Tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

’Why was Silas Grant here?’

Her body reacted before her mind could, her hand reaching out instinctively. "Brother!"

The man walked to her bedside with steady steps, took her hand, and kneaded it gently. "Brother’s here..." His gaze swept across her face, then stopped abruptly.

"What happened to your face?"

Only when he got closer did he see it: the palm print on the girl’s face was glaringly obvious, impossible to ignore. It was clear how much force the person who struck her had used.

But Silas Grant remembered clearly. When he received the call from the principal, he had only been told that Mia Grant had coughed up blood, fainted, and been sent to the hospital.

Upon hearing that she was unconscious, he had completely forgotten that he was still sitting in the corporate conference room.

His chair scraped across the floor, leaving a mark and letting out a jarring sound that cut off the project manager who was in the middle of his report.

Everyone’s gazes—surprised, probing, and cautious—landed on him at once.

He gripped his phone with one hand, completely unable to hear what his secretary was saying behind him.

Almost numbly, mechanically, he delegated his work in a few short sentences, had a private jet arranged, and got a flight path specially approved.

He had come in such a rush that he’d even used a special access route, the plane landing on the helipad atop the hospital.

He hadn’t had time to ask about the specific details of what happened—or perhaps he had forgotten to.

It wasn’t until the moment he landed that his scattered senses began to return.

His secretary had already quietly "escorted" Ian Sinclair out.

In the hallway, Ian Sinclair immediately spotted Felix Sinclair. He was standing motionlessly to one side, with no intention of going in. His back looked a little stiff; there was no telling how long he had been standing there.

Felix was looking at him, too, his gaze sweeping over Ian’s reddened earlobe and the glistening moisture on his lips.

Silas Grant’s secretary broke the silence, first offering thanks, then tactfully hurrying them to leave.

Ian Sinclair was reluctant to leave, but Felix Sinclair couldn’t care less. He turned and left without a second thought.

Ian chased after him, catching the elevator just in time.

As the doors closed, he glanced at Felix. "You just... don’t care about her?"

"What does it mean to care? Is it only what you show on the outside?"

"Tsk, there you go with the passive-aggressive digs again." Ian was annoyed, but then he thought for a moment and grinned. "You saw, didn’t you?"

"Next time you can be even more reckless and let her brother see, too."

"So what? Is it against the law to date?" Ian retorted stubbornly.

The elevator doors opened. Felix Sinclair expressionlessly retracted his gaze and tossed out a final line, "Sure. If you want to humiliate her, then do whatever you want."

"..."

***

Back in the hospital room, Mia had been holding it together, but as soon as Silas mentioned the slap, her eyes inexplicably began to sting.

She reached out her other hand, wanting him to hold her like a wronged child.

Silas’s expression softened. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, lifting her upper body from the bed, and then circled her waist with his other hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed and had her straddle his lap.

He didn’t forget to pull the nearby blanket over and gently wrap it around her slender frame.

Mia dove into his arms, burying her face in his coat and greedily drinking in his scent, trying to grasp at a sliver of security.

Silas hugged her, his arms tightening, while his other hand hovered around her eyes, wiping away her tears.

She cried for a long while.

She didn’t say anything, just cried. She wouldn’t let herself sob out loud, but her shoulders hitched as she wept silently.

An intense wave of self-blame crashed repeatedly against Silas’s cold, hard heart.

Having grown up in the Hughes family, he seemed to have been born without the capacity for pity or compassion.

Most of the time, as someone in a position of power, he was more accustomed to appreciating the pain on others’ faces.

And yet, in this moment, even without knowing what had truly happened, the feeling of self-reproach and heartache gnawed at his nerves like ants.

An absurd thought even crossed his mind: ’It was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone to Portia. I should have kept her by my side, placed her somewhere within my reach.’

"Brother..."

She called to him in a small, timid voice, and Silas’s heart instantly shattered into pieces.

He ruffled her hair, brushed away the loose strands covering her cheek, and lightly swept his fingertips over her wound.

The delicate body in his arms trembled, but not from pain.

"Our Mia has been wronged." There was no desire in the man’s eyes, only heartache.

Her nerves felt frayed. Mia subconsciously shook her head. "It’s because..."

"It doesn’t matter anymore."

"..."

Mia clutched his coat tightly, her eyes blinking nonstop.

For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what he meant by that.

’What did he mean, "it doesn’t matter anymore"? Does he know it was Mrs. Grant who did it? Is that why he wants to gloss over it? Just let it go?’

’Then again, that is his mother...’

It wasn’t exactly disappointment she felt, just a sense of dazed confusion.

As she stared blankly, the man’s voice sounded by her ear:

"Don’t be afraid. Brother will take care of the rest."

"Brother knows our Mia is a good girl. The one at fault will never be you."