I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 205

Everyone's gaze snapped toward the door.

Grant Fletcher had arrived.

The temperature in the banquet hall seemed to drop several degrees the moment he appeared.

Dressed in a dark gray suit, his face was unreadable.

It was the kind of eerie calmness that chilled you straight to the bone.

You could never guess what he was thinking.

Let alone what his next move would be.

He walked in, his strides slow and commanding.

The sound of his leather shoes against the marble floor was quiet, but every step felt like it was trampling directly on their chests.

The crowd automatically parted, creating a clear path for him.

He walked straight up to Finn and stopped.

In the split second their eyes met, Grant suddenly raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

The sound was deafening, like bone cracking against bone.

Finn's head snapped to the side, blood instantly pooling at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't retreat a single inch.

Gasps echoed from the crowd; a few women even screamed in shock.

It was a brutal scene these high-society elites rarely ever witnessed.

Grant glared at him.

"You utter disgrace! Spouting absolute nonsense!"

His voice resonated like a deep bell, and nobody dared to breathe.

Finn turned his head back, looking directly at his father.

The handprint on his left cheek stretched from his cheekbone all the way to his jawline, the skin already swelling dangerously, but he acted as if he couldn't feel the pain.

When Sienna heard the crack of the slap, her entire body went rigid.

Finn was the one who had been hit, but a violent ringing exploded in her own ears, blurring the line between her shock and the commotion around her.

She stared at the angry welt on Finn's face, at the blood on his lips.

Her legs moved on their own, walking directly toward Grant.

Grant slowly turned around and looked at Sienna.

The look he gave her wasn't that of a man looking at a person, but of someone calculating an asset's worth.

He scrutinized her from head to toe, missing absolutely nothing.

"You must be Sienna Sterling."

"I am."

Grant's eyes shifted toward the journalists.

The reporters awkwardly shuffled backward, their cameras dipping slightly.

He brought his gaze back to Sienna.

"And?"

"And so, shouldn't you give me an explanation? When exactly is this apology going to happen?"

"You waltz onto my property and demand my wife apologize to you. Are you out of your mind, Miss Sterling?"

Grant's voice wasn't loud, but every single syllable was laced with venom.

He was threatening to have her institutionalized.

Sienna's heart skipped a beat. She knew perfectly well the kind of power Grant yielded in the city.

If he wanted to lock her away in a psychiatric ward under the guise of mental instability, he could easily make it happen.

He was issuing a direct threat.

But Sienna didn't back down.

She met Grant's menacing glare and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"My mental state is perfectly fine. I just don't know if yours will be once I finish what I have to say."