I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 468

"Hey, Finn, that's enough," Sebastian finally piped up from the side.

But no one paid him any mind.

Sasha sobbed even harder, jabbing a finger at the inner curve of her arm as she looked at Finn.

"Finn, are you seriously questioning my character? Have you forgotten that I got this scar because of you?"

Finn shot the old mark an indifferent glance.

"Yes, I used to feel a sense of guilt toward you. But every last shred of it has been annihilated by your actions. Sasha, I never want to see your face again. Your cheap acting is absolutely exhausting."

The verbal blow was devastating.

Sasha's eyes widened in sheer shock, her tears drying up instantly.

She sat paralyzed for a long while as Finn and his men disappeared into the shadows of the garage.

The Fletcher Corporation's vehicles finally pulled away.

The underground lot returned to its eerie quiet.

Sasha still hadn't processed it, collapsing limply against the car seat as if her spine had been yanked right out of her body.

Resentment burned in her throat. Was she really being tossed aside just like that?

As Finn made his way back upstairs, a vicious thumping pounded against his temples.

His vision blurred into a hazy sheet of frosted glass, and he stumbled, having to brace a hand against the wall just to stay upright.

Terrence rushed to his side, his face dropping.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Finn massaged his brow and waved him off.

When he forced his eyes open, he saw Maeve walking down the corridor toward him.

He planted his feet and waited for her to close the distance, his voice raspy when he spoke.

"Thank you for today."

Maeve studied him, a rare flicker of genuine worry breaking through her guarded stare.

"You look awful."

Her delivery was completely flat, but the underlying concern was unmistakable.

"Go home and rest. Leave the fallout to me."

Maeve extended a hand, attempting to steady him.

Finn instinctively recoiled, turning his shoulder away.

He had watched the press conference feed, too.

Seeing Maeve in person now carried an entirely different weight.

Everything had shifted.

He used to see her as nothing more than an icy, cutthroat businesswoman.

But now, he couldn't help but view her as Finn's mother.

The resemblance was definitely there. It wasn't just in their features; it was their shared, impenetrable stillness—a deeply ingrained, icy resolve.

Even sitting there, the twin auras they projected were so overwhelmingly intense that no one dared breach their space.

The corridor was suffocatingly quiet, the air thick and heavy like a damp quilt pressing down on everyone.

Finn leaned his head back against the wall, entirely checked out.

And absolutely no one dared to speak to him.

Lance and Terrence exchanged helpless glances, completely out of their depth.

Just then, a hurried set of footsteps clicked against the floor tiles.

Finn's shoulders twitched.