I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 215

Isaac stared at Finn in sheer disbelief.

"What are you talking about?"

Finn's eyes were lined with stark red veins.

"Have you not looked at the internet lately?"

"What?"

"Sienna posted all those rumors about my mother. She has no bottom line when it comes to her revenge. She'll do absolutely anything."

Isaac froze.

"How do you know Sienna was the one who did it?"

"She wasn't exactly a mastermind about it. It was easy to trace."

Isaac locked eyes with him.

"If she was the one who did it, with your family's reach, shouldn't she have been arrested for criminal defamation? Why resort to stabbing her in the back at work?"

Finn dropped his gaze, saying nothing.

Xavier, watching from the sidelines, finally caught up.

He noticed how much weight Finn had lost. There were dark circles under his eyes, his shirt collar was rumpled, and he looked like a man who hadn't slept in days.

"Isaac has a point," Xavier chimed in. "Are you under too much stress lately? Is your brain short-circuiting? Someone as sharp as you should have seen through this by now."

Finn's fists clenched tight.

"Nothing you say matters. I am never getting involved in Sienna's business again."

Isaac's expression darkened.

"What kind of man are you? Your mother nearly destroyed her life, but the moment she fights back, you can't handle it? What right do you have to hate her?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word sliced like a blade.

"Your mother almost got her killed. She leaks a few photos, and suddenly she's crossing the line? Let me say something I probably shouldn't. If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place! Do you genuinely believe your mother was framed? Is she really that innocent? Finn, you constantly claim you love Sienna, that you owe her, but do you even have a heart?"

Finn kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He sat perfectly still, like a massive tree ripped from the earth—its branches shattered, its roots clinging to the dirt, bleeding out in silent agony.

In the back corner of the restaurant, a group of men sat without touching their food, their eyes darting over occasionally.

One of the men answered a call, lowering his voice.

"Mr. Fletcher, we've been tailing him for days. He really despises the woman. He's not going to associate with her anymore. Should we keep following him? Understood."

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