I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 98 - 96: I Will Marry Her
After Silas Grant left the hospital, Yates Donovan sauntered over to the door of Mia Grant’s room.
The glass window on the door had been covered, so nothing was visible.
Four burly bodyguards stood guard outside, and he heard there were three caregivers inside...
’With a setup like this, there’s absolutely nothing for me to do.’
"Can I go in?" he asked, his words muffled by the toothbrush dangling from his mouth.
A bodyguard replied in a stiff tone, "I’m sorry, Mr. Donovan. Sir has given orders that the young lady is resting. No one is allowed in or out besides medical staff and caregivers."
Yates Donovan wasn’t surprised.
’Just as I thought,’ he mused. ’With Silas Grant’s insane possessiveness, there’s no way he’d let me go in and watch over Mia Grant.’
The bodyguard pointed considerately to the waiting chairs in the hallway. "You can wait here for Sir to return."
Yates Donovan let out a dry laugh and turned to leave. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks.
’Something’s not right.’
Silas Grant wouldn’t have brought this up if it wasn’t necessary.
Since he’d been asked to stay, that meant...
Two possibilities.
Either Silas Grant didn’t trust the men he’d left behind.
Or, these men weren’t enough to fend off an outside threat, and he needed Yates’s help as an insurance policy.
Whichever it was, Silas Grant was sending a signal: Mia Grant was in danger.
Seeing Yates Donovan walk off, the bodyguards didn’t try to stop him, simply watching him go. But then he suddenly turned on his heel and came back, still with the toothbrush in his mouth.
"Mr. Donovan?"
The men were confused. They felt there was a hidden threat behind Yates Donovan’s smile as he looked at them.
Yates Donovan averted his gaze. "It’s nothing. Just wanted to let you guys know, I’m heading next door to change. Wait for me, ’kay? Don’t go anywhere. We can play some cards in a bit."
"...Okay."
When Yates Donovan returned to the room next door, the Old Master was surprisingly awake.
"Did I wake you?"
The Old Master sized up his attire and exclaimed that it was an eyesore. "What are you doing, wandering around in that? What will people think if they see you!"
"What am I supposed to wear after a shower if not a bathrobe? A bikini?"
The Old Master rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw him take clothes out of the closet. "Going out?"
"Yeah, going to check on my little fiancée. I wonder if she’s had dinner, or if her wound still hurts...
Sigh... just thinking about her makes my heart ache. It hurts so much, I’ll have to get her to rub it better for me."
The Old Master: "..."
「The Grant Residence.」
After receiving a call from the butler, Mr. and Mrs. Grant, who had already gone to bed, hastily threw on jackets and came downstairs.
"Why is Silas back?"
"Isn’t he supposed to be in Portia with his grandfather..."
In the courtyard, a black Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop.
The butler went out to greet him.
Late at night, the Grant villa was brightly lit.
Silas Grant stepped into the foyer and immediately saw Ms. Hughes waiting off to the side.
"Oh, Silas."
"Why did you come back without giving us a heads-up? Did you just get off the plane? You haven’t had dinner yet, have you?"
"Quick, tell the kitchen to make some of Silas’s favorite dishes..."
Ms. Hughes walked forward with a smile, wearing her usual mask of a doting mother, as if she wasn’t the one who had just laid a hand on Mia Grant today.
"There’s no need for that," Silas Grant said, his gaze sweeping calmly across her face, a faint, flickering smile in his eyes. "I came back this time because there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."
"With me?" Ms. Hughes was stunned.
"Yes. I trust it’s convenient," the man said, his tone firm and allowing no room for refusal.
Ms. Hughes glanced back at her husband before nodding. "Ah, yes. It’s... it’s convenient."
Mr. Grant looked at the mother and son. "Let’s talk inside."
In the living room, Ms. Hughes asked distractedly:
"Is it about the company?" ’No, that can’t be right. He would talk to his father about company business. Why would he come to me?’
’Could something have happened in Portia?’
"Is your grandfather not feeling well?"
Silas Grant had already taken a seat opposite her. A faint smile touched his lips at her words. "Grandfather is perfectly fine."
Ms. Hughes breathed a sigh of relief. "Then you’re here because of..."
"Mia Grant."
"What?" Ms. Hughes thought she had misheard and subconsciously glanced at her husband.
Seeing his furrowed brow and intriguing expression, she finally understood.
"I came back because Mia Grant was injured and hospitalized today. I never expected that someone of mine would get hurt right under my nose."
"So—" He looked at Yuna Hughes. "I need someone to give me a reasonable explanation."
In front of his elders, Silas Grant had always maintained an image of being discreet and respectful. He would never point out a problem so bluntly and risk embarrassing them.
But there was no helping it. Tonight, the last shred of his rationality was being used to suppress his vicious hostility. If the people sitting opposite him weren’t his own flesh and blood, he wouldn’t have even said a word upon entering. He would have simply ordered his men to make a move.
"..." The living room fell silent.
Ms. Hughes’s lips trembled. "You came all the way back just for Mia Grant? What do you mean, ’your person’? What nonsense are you talking about! Did she go running to you again?!"
Mr. Grant frowned. He told her to calm down, then turned to his son. "It’s true that your mother lost control of her emotions today. But she is your mother, after all. Silas, watch your tone."
Ms. Hughes’s eyes reddened, and she looked deeply wronged. "That girl, Mia Grant, was alive this whole time and deliberately hid it from the family, making us feel so guilty! We held a funeral for her, made donations in her name. And what’s the result? Not only is she alive, but she intentionally enrolled in the same school as Serena. I was impulsive and... I only slapped her once, that’s all. Who knew she would cough up blood!"
Silas Grant’s brow twitched. Behind his glasses, his dark eyes narrowed as if he were savoring her words.
Suddenly, he let out a laugh.
The sound was abrupt, and the room fell silent once more.
"When you did all those charitable deeds for her back then, was it really out of guilt?
I always thought you were afraid her resentment would be too strong when she died. That you worried she would come back in the dead of night to haunt you, to take your lives, and that’s why you wanted to atone."
"But if you hadn’t done something to feel guilty about, why would you need to feel guilty at all?"
"!"
"Silas!"
With the rasp of a lighter’s wheel, as if not seeing their expressions, Silas Grant’s smile vanished. He lowered his gaze and calmly lit a cigarette.
After a long moment, his voice cut through the swirling smoke:
"If you don’t like her, then you should have just driven her into a corner where you couldn’t see her and let her fend for herself. You can’t tolerate her, yet you insist on provoking her. Do you have to push things to the extreme and make it ugly for everyone?"
"Targeting a child, slapping her in front of her classmates and teachers, saying all those nasty things... did it give you a great sense of accomplishment?"
"I used to think that since you still wanted her as a daughter and cared about the Grant family’s reputation, if you were willing to turn a blind eye, then I could also take a step back. No matter what happened in private, we could continue to be brother and sister in name only for the public."
"She liked that whole ’brother and sister’ dynamic, and I was willing to play along to the very end."
"Now—"
The ash from his cigarette fluttered to the floor. Silas Grant raised his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk. "We’re getting married."
Across from him, Ms. Hughes shot to her feet, knocking over her teacup. Silas Grant gave her a cool glance. "My apologies. This is an announcement, not a discussion."
