The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 252

Claire waited for his answer.

But he said nothing.

In the stretching silence, Claire's fragile thread of hope and impulse crumbled piece by piece.

She let go of him, instantly forcing a breezy, uncaring expression back onto her face.

"Whatever. Like whoever you want to like~"

She withdrew her arms and pulled the car door shut. Miles got into the other side, and the car drove smoothly back to Grandview Heights.

Stepping into the apartment, Claire noticed that Miles's hair was damp with sweat, and the collar of his shirt was soaked.

She frowned in confusion. "Why are you sweating so much? Are you feeling sick?"

Miles reached up, feigning nonchalance as he loosened his tie. "No, it's just a bit humid out. I'm going to take a quick shower."

He headed straight for the bathroom.

Miles rolled up his pant leg. The spot where the bronze statue had struck him was severely bruised, the skin pooling with heavy, dark blood. The sharp edge had embedded bits of fabric into the wound. He used tweezers to pick them out, pressed iodine onto the cut, quickly disinfected it, and then clumsily wrapped it in gauze.

This leg wouldn't heal for at least a week, and he didn't want Claire to find out.

He changed into fresh clothes and walked out of the bathroom, looking entirely normal.

"Where are you going this late?"

Miles's voice was calm and aloof. "I have a surgery at the hospital, and I might have to go on a business trip tomorrow for a few days. I'll arrange for someone to come over to clean the house and cook for you."

He added one last thing. "Stop trying to lose weight. You don't look good when you're too skinny."

She nodded, pressing her lips together. "Then be safe out there."

"Mmhmm." Miles changed his shoes and headed downstairs. Having only partially treated his injury, the pain was becoming unbearable. If he stayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to hide it.

Falling from the most sought-after billionaire heir to being completely disowned naturally left people's imaginations running wild.

Miles glanced at the screen, his face entirely devoid of emotion. "Did you come all the way here just to show me this?"

Lauren looked frantic. "Miles, I know you love her, and I know you don't care about the Zimmerman Group, but... but there are so many other ways to solve this! Couldn't you just swallow your pride and beg Alistair for forgiveness?"

"There's no need. Thanks for your concern." Miles had his own plans.

As long as Alistair still considered giving him the title of the Zimmerman Group heir, it would only bring trouble to Claire.

Alistair would target her, and Victor would target her.

Using this opportunity to cut ties entirely was the best way to keep her safe.

"Miles!" Lauren grabbed his arm, but he easily shook her off. "Is doing all of this really worth it?"

Up in apartment 501 of Grandview Heights, Claire stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyelashes fluttering as she watched the two of them entangled down below.