I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 209

Grant stared at Sienna, his gaze as heavy as iron.

He remained silent for several seconds, his fingers lightly tapping the table twice, arrhythmic, like static noise.

"Speak."

"Grant!" Yolanda's voice pitched high, snapping like an overtightened string.

She looked at Grant frantically.

"We are the mighty Fletcher family, how can we let her hold us hostage? I've already apologized! You can't just let her do whatever she wants!"

Grant shot Yolanda a chilling glance.

Something was very wrong.

Which only proved that whatever Sienna was about to say was of utmost importance.

Sienna watched Yolanda's crumbling facade, a faint twitch at the corner of her lips.

No matter how cunning and deceptive Yolanda usually was, she was completely panicking now.

Grant was already highly suspicious of her.

Right at that moment, the urgent wail of police sirens pierced the air from outside.

Yolanda flinched violently.

The banquet hall doors swung open, and several police officers marched in. The lead officer scanned the room.

"Which one of you is Yolanda Fletcher?"

Yolanda's face lost all color.

She cast a desperate, pleading look at Grant, but he stood by coldly, saying absolutely nothing.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Ford stepped forward, shielding her.

"Officer, there must be some misunderstanding. Today is my mother's birthday, she's hosting a gala..."

"We've received a formal, named report accusing Yolanda Fletcher of conspiracy to commit murder. Please come with us to the station for questioning."

The officer's tone was flat and strictly professional.

The banquet hall plunged into a suffocating silence.

Grant stood completely still, saying nothing, doing nothing.

He looked at Yolanda, and in his eyes, there was no anger, no heartache, nothing at all.

Yolanda stared back at him, her lips quivering. "Grant..."

"Cooperate with the police," Grant said flatly. "I will handle the rest."

Sienna remained silent.

"When you got that evidence, did it ever cross your mind to tell me? When you decided to call the cops, did you ever think about giving me a heads up? When you used me to walk into this gala, did you ever think about me at all?"

An endless silence stretched between them.

Finn spoke again.

"Fine, Sienna. After today, we owe each other nothing, right?"

Sienna looked up at him, a sudden ache tightening in her chest.

Especially that phrase—'owe each other nothing'—it drove into her heart like a spike.

It was true, they owed each other nothing.

Years ago, she had chased him, and their three years together were the happiest of her life.

Then he let go, and she hated him for four years.

Today, he had taken all the blows for her; his debt was paid in full.

But she couldn't understand why it hurt even more now.

It hurt far worse than hearing those words four years ago.

Sienna stared at the angry handprint on his cheek, at the dried blood in the corner of his mouth, watching him stand before her like a tree violently uprooted from the earth.