I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 464

Finn stood up and turned to the volunteer.

"Whatever else you need to verify, I will cooperate completely."

The volunteer coughed awkwardly, clearly intimidated.

"Do you own your home? Are the windows properly screened? We usually require proof of residence."

"Yes to all of it," Finn replied smoothly. "I have multiple properties under my name. The cat can live wherever it wants. If you need the property deeds, I have digital copies on my phone."

It was a terrifying flex of absolute wealth.

The volunteers exchanged bewildered glances.

Finn's sleek Porsche was parked ten feet away.

Absolutely no one doubted his financial stability.

But protocol was protocol.

After skimming the digital deeds on his phone, the volunteers were speechless.

However, to finalize the adoption, Maeve still had to sign off.

Because she was the director of the rescue drive, her signature was mandatory.

The volunteer nervously slid the paperwork across the table, whispering,

"Ms. Thorne... the gentleman meets all the criteria perfectly."

Maeve sat completely frozen, her expression locked in a dead stare.

Finn stood tall and unmoving, like a solitary tree weathering a storm.

Sienna stood nearby, feeling the air pressure crackling with suffocating tension.

This mother and son were both impossibly, infuriatingly stubborn.

But she knew better than to intervene.

They needed to settle this silent war on their own.

Ultimately, Maeve had to sign the paper.

Because she was the director, her approval was the final hurdle.

The volunteer nervously repeated, 'Ms. Thorne, he meets all the criteria perfectly.'

The seconds dragged on in agonizing silence.

Just as Sienna thought the standoff would never end...

Maeve slowly picked up the pen and signed her name at the bottom of the page.

"What exactly constitutes the truth in your eyes?" Finn fired back coldly.

The reporter was clearly a hired gun, completely prepared for this.

Instead of answering, he aggressively held up his phone.

"Mr. Fletcher! Sources claim there are photos of you and Ms. Thorne sharing a car late at night and entering the same apartment building! How do you explain this?"

The massive projector screen behind Finn flared to life, displaying a grainy photograph of Finn's car parked on a dark street, with Maeve stepping out of the passenger side.

There was no kissing. No holding hands. Not a single trace of physical contact.

But the lighting and the voyeuristic angle had been heavily manipulated to make it look incredibly scandalous.

The camera flashes exploded into a blinding strobe light.

Finn casually glanced over his shoulder at the massive screen, his face an impenetrable mask of ice.

"The photo is real. But it proves absolutely nothing. The fact that you're trying to fabricate a sex scandal out of a woman stepping out of a car is pathetically desperate."

"Mr. Fletcher, we have more than just one photo!"

Another reporter shoved a stack of glossy prints into the air.

It was a sequence of Finn and Maeve driving through the Quincy City highway tollbooths.