I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 387

Clara sat rigidly in a chair at the Health Commission's grievance office, a hand-written whistleblower report smoothed out on the desk in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, she slid the envelope forward.

"I am submitting a formal, on-the-record complaint against Sienna Sterling, a candidate for the Medical Supervision Division. Her application contains fraudulent information, highly suspicious work history, and gross ethical violations. Her—"

Mid-sentence, her phone lit up.

It was her younger brother, Jasper.

Clara was famously devoted to fulfilling her brother's every whim; whatever Jasper demanded, Jasper got.

"Excuse me for a moment. I need to take this."

"What's wrong, Jasper?"

"Clara, who the hell did you piss off? Everything was going perfectly at work, and suddenly management pulled me into a meeting to fire me!"

"What? That's impossible!"

"I asked them why, and my boss literally said, 'Go ask your sister.' So I'm asking you. What the hell did you do?"

A cold sweat broke out across Clara's forehead.

At that exact second, a text notification chimed on her phone:

[Grab your report and meet me at the front entrance.]

"Jasper, don't panic. I will fix this."

Clara ended the call.

The grievance officer stepped forward.

"Ma'am, are you ready to submit this documentation?"

"No, no, never mind. Sorry for the trouble," Clara stammered, waving her hands frantically.

She stood up and practically sprinted toward the door, shoving it open. The glaring afternoon sun blinded her for a moment.

Squinting against the light, she spotted a man standing at the bottom of the steps.

He was of average height, wearing a dark windbreaker.

Clara stopped three paces away from him, her knuckles white as she crushed the envelope in her fist.

"Who are you?"

About twenty minutes later, his executive assistant, Terrence, returned.

Terrence opened the door, slid into the driver's seat, and glanced back at him.

"Mr. Fletcher, I got the whole story. Sasha initiated contact with Clara. She fed her the intel about Ms. Sterling's exam prep and physically orchestrated the confrontation at the bookstore."

Finn didn't reply.

He leaned back against the leather seat, staring blankly at the sycamore trees blurring past the window.

He had genuinely never suspected Sasha.

In his mind, she had always been the brave ten-year-old girl who had taken the brunt of a boiling pot of water for him, crying her eyes out but refusing to let go.

He had carried that debt ever since, treating her strictly like a beloved little sister. He never imagined she could harbor such a vicious, calculated dark side the moment his back was turned.

"Back to the office," he ordered.

The car merged onto the highway.

Watching the city rush by, Finn finally accepted the truth: Sasha was no longer the innocent girl from his memories.

That night at eight o'clock, Finn appeared on the Beaumont family's doorstep, gifts in hand.