I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 331

Grant shot him a look but didn't say a word.

The butler leaned in and whispered.

"Finn, please don't ask."

Even if Grant refused to say it out loud, Finn could tell just by looking at the injuries—someone had beaten him up.

But who in all of Metropolis would dare lay a hand on Grant Fletcher?

Setting aside his immense power and status, the man was in his sixties. Who could possibly be ruthless enough to attack him like this?

"Did you call the police?" Finn asked.

Grant's expression finally broke.

"No police."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was absolutely uncompromising.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Wasn't that basically admitting he'd been in a fight?

The older man's face flashed between red and white with humiliation.

Questions swirled in Finn's mind, but he kept his expression perfectly neutral.

He would look into it later. Right now, he had a more pressing reason for coming home.

He sat down next to Grant, taking the tube of ointment from the family doctor and carefully asking for the application instructions.

Grant watched his son from the corner of his eye, his throat suddenly tightening.

Finn squeezed a dab of ointment onto his finger and began gently rubbing it over the scratches on Grant's hand.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Grant didn't reply. He just stared at Finn's hands, his eyes growing misty.

He suddenly remembered a time when Finn was little. The boy had fallen and scraped his knee, and Grant had knelt down to dab antiseptic on the wound.

Finn had bitten his lip, refusing to cry, and Grant had patted his head, telling him it was 'nothing.'

It was one of the very few memories he had of being a gentle father to him.

After that, it had never happened again.

He had been too busy running the company, too busy grooming Ford, too busy attending endless networking dinners.

He had completely forgotten that his youngest son needed him too.

"I know Silas Hayes well. When he was young, his father asked me to take him under my wing, let him learn the ropes for a bit.

He's incredibly sharp, steady, and mature beyond his years. He's exceptional in almost every way, except for one thing—his obsessions run far too deep.

He desperately wanted to see the Hayes Corporation expand and dominate under his control. There's nothing wrong with ambition, but to achieve that goal, he was willing to do absolutely anything. He'll use any ruthless tactic necessary, and in that regard, he is completely different from his father."

"For example?" Finn's tone remained perfectly even, as if they were just discussing business.

"For example, his superstitions." Grant shot him a meaningful look. "You should already know about that."

Finn nodded.

It was a well-known secret among the city's elites.

Silas Hayes was a firm believer in feng shui, numerology, and astrological charts.

But while everyone knew it, no one ever dared to speak about it openly.

Finn didn't just want to know that he was 'superstitious.' He needed to know exactly how deep that obsession went.

Grant continued.

"The first time his career truly took off, it was because he listened to someone's advice. What was that guy's name..." He paused to think. "His last name was Vane. Walter Vane. He was a numerologist, quite famous in our circles at the time.