I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 192

The elderly man's desperate cries echoed clearly through the crisp air.

Sienna stood there, motionless.

By the time Finn rushed over, the police cars had already driven off, leaving a circle of whispering onlookers in their wake.

Seeing Arthur sobbing helplessly on the ground, Finn hurried forward to support the old man.

Arthur's voice was hoarse with grief.

"Finn, take me to the police station. I need to demand answers. The cops can't just arrest innocent people like this!"

Finn remained silent.

He gently helped Arthur to his feet, exchanged a look with one of the nearby staff, and signaled for them to guide the old man away.

Only when Arthur's fragile figure disappeared around the bend did Finn finally turn to look at Sienna.

"Did you call the cops?"

Sienna said nothing.

"I'm asking you. Was it you?"

"Yes."

Finn stared at her, the light completely fading from his eyes.

"Sienna, how could you do this? What about Arthur? He's an old man, and Quincy is the only family he has left. We literally had dinner together last night. How could you turn around and do something so ruthless?"

Sienna met his gaze, her face an unreadable mask.

The damp wind swept up from the valley, carrying a biting chill.

"If he's innocent, the police will let him go."

Finn's arms dropped heavily to his sides.

"Sienna, after everything that has happened recently, I thought we were at least friends. Do you really need to keep your guard up against me like this?"

Sienna remained silent.

Fighting through a suffocating ache in his chest, Finn finally voiced the question that had been tearing him apart.

"I have every reason to believe that the moment you agreed to meet Arthur, you were just planning to use me. You never intended to forgive me, did you? Am I just a pawn to you?"

Sienna shot him a cool, detached glance.

"Think whatever you want. I have work to do."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode decisively back into the clinic.

Maeve was inside an enclosure, changing the dressing on a tiger cub.

It was a half-grown cub. Its stripes hadn't fully developed yet, but its eyes were already wild and feral.

Its left hind leg was wrapped in bandages. Maeve had the animal pinned by the shoulder, and a low, continuous growl rumbled in its throat, a clear warning.

Sienna had never seen anything like it. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she crept closer.

Maeve ripped off the old bandage.

The tiger whipped its head around, snapping its jaws ferociously onto the steel bars of the cage with a dull, heavy clang.

Sienna jumped back in terror, but Maeve didn't even blink.

She calmly waited for the tiger to release its grip before continuing to treat the wound.

"Did you piss my son off?" Maeve asked out of nowhere.

Sienna froze, entirely caught off guard by Maeve's bluntness.

It seemed the older woman was ready to lay all her cards on the table.

Sienna offered a faint smile.

"Are you here to defend him, Maeve?"