Chapter 434

Sienna's hand clenched suddenly, her voice ice-cold, "So what? I'll donate a kidney to him if I have to."

Finnian burst into laughter. "Such devotion! You two really are close, aren't you?"

Sienna was struggling to maintain her composure, but Benjamin couldn't hold back anymore. At the mention of Simon, when no one was paying attention, he lunged forward, ramming his head into Finnian's body. "You bastard! You monster! You absolute animal!"

Finnian fell back onto Sloane's hospital bed, bracing himself with one hand while letting Benjamin hit him. "Yes, I am. I'm a bastard. But what can you do about it? I've committed all the terrible deeds, and I'm facing the consequences. I was just outmaneuvered in the end."

Finnian's body was already at its limit. He collapsed at the edge of the bed but slowly reached out to hold Sloane's hand.

Sienna was genuinely surprised to see how deeply devoted he remained.

"We've taken this charade far enough. Isn't it time you wrapped things up for everyone?" Sienna said.

Confusion flashed across Finnian's face.

The next moment, Benjamin jumped in shock.

He watched in disbelief as Sloane—who had been lying motionless in the hospital bed—suddenly sat up. In her other hand was a knife, which she slowly pressed against Finnian's throat.

Finnian didn't even flinch.

He stared at Sloane in amazement, then embraced her, seemingly oblivious to the sharp blade cutting into his neck. He cradled her face as if she were the most precious thing in the world. "Sloane, you're awake! When did you wake up? Why didn't you tell me?"

Sloane's lips remained tightly pressed together, her gaze complex as she looked at him. "Stop this now. You know how much I hate people like my father."

"Alright. Whatever you say, I'll listen. I'll stop. I'll do anything you ask."

Finnian didn't even seem to care that Sloane had a knife to his throat.

He only felt the pain in his heart from the coldness in her eyes.

"Do you hate me now?" He asked.

"I'm sorry I became the very thing you despise."

Finnian rested his head on Sloane's shoulder, gripping her hand tightly.

"If you want to kill me, I won't resist. My life belongs to you anyway—you saved it once. Take it if you want."

"In this wretched world, without you, I have nothing to live for."

"Sloane, do you hate me?"

But Sloane shook her head. "I don't hate you. I just don't want you to keep making mistakes."

"Okay."

Finnian gazed at her adoringly, as if no one else existed.

Suddenly, he told Sloane, "But I'm dying."

"I won't be able to stand trial."

Sloane froze.

Something occurred to her, and she violently tore open his shirt. Kelvin clearly saw a crescent-shaped birthmark on the left side of his chest—identical to one on his own chest.

He suddenly felt his heart constrict with pain.

They said twins shared a psychic connection, and Kelvin was experiencing that pain for the first time.

Sienna noticed his pale face and approached him with a frown. "Are you okay?"

Learning that your own brother was the mastermind behind everything would be difficult for anyone to accept.

Especially when that mastermind had saved his life twice.

Finnian may have wronged many people, but he had never wronged Kelvin.

Sienna wasn't sure how chaotic Kelvin's thoughts must be.

When Sloane saw the scar on his heart, her breathing became erratic. "That bastard! When I killed him, I should have done it sooner."

Sienna seemed to understand something. "Was something implanted in his heart?"

Sloane nodded. "It's a control device they newly developed back then. It has a self-destruct function. Surgery can't remove it because any external interference would trigger an explosion."

Concern crept into Sloane's expression.

"Can you do anything?"

Kelvin spoke first, "Take him to the hospital. We should at least try."

"Don't bother," Finnian interjected.

"Kill me or torture me as you please, but I'm not going to any hospital. Aren't you afraid I'll escape?"

Finnian glanced at Kelvin.

This was the first time the two had spoken directly.

Kelvin clenched his fist. "Even if you're going to die, you should die in prison, facing justice!"

Finnian merely smiled in response.

But Kelvin felt terrible.

He turned and left the room, shoving a piece of floral-patterned fabric into Sienna's hand. "Stuff this in his mouth. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

Sienna laughed through her tears—smiling even as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

She called out to Benjamin and Bruce, "Benjamin, Mr. Lopez, what are you waiting for?"

At her words, Bruce rushed in.

With an anguished roar, he stomped on Finnian's knee and yanked him off the bed.

Finnian cried out in pain.

After that single blow, Bruce didn't strike again.

Sloane watched Finnian with concern but didn't intervene, her heart twisted with conflicting emotions.

Bruce stood trembling, fists clenched, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Finnian lying on the floor. "That kick was for my junior officer! I'm a cop, so I have to restrain myself, but he doesn't! Remember this! The pain you're feeling isn't even a fraction of what he endured!"

Benjamin couldn't hold back either. Royce's death and Simon's condition made him want to tear the man before him to pieces.

He shouted as he rained blows on Finnian, all while remembering what Sienna had told him.

That child named Simon had suffered so much.

That child had protected him and his wife for years. They were the family he had chosen.

That child wanted a home.

He had already lost one child; he couldn't lose another.

This was just letting off steam. That's all it was.

He couldn't become evil. He needed to be the clean, decent family Simon deserved.

When Ruben arrived with his team to handle the aftermath, he paused for a few seconds at the sight of Finnian's bruised and swollen face.

Then he quipped, "Why resist at this point? This is what resistance gets you. Stop resisting and you'll get hit less!"

After saying this, he quickly ordered his men to take Finnian from Sienna.

As Finnian was led away and colleagues conducted follow-up searches, Benjamin was also escorted out. Suddenly, Sienna found herself with nothing to do.

On the hospital bed, Sloane pulled back the covers, wanting to get up. But after lying there for so long, her feet had barely touched the floor when she tried to support herself on the bed and fell.

She hit the ground hard, barely feeling her lower body. When she turned her head, she saw Sienna staring at her with vacant eyes.

Sloane suddenly started laughing—a laugh that began softly and grew into something sorrowful. "If I had lived, I would never have let him become like this."

Sienna stood motionless. "Yes, I remember him. He wasn't like this at first. But evil deeds are evil deeds, and they must be punished."