He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 126

"I just don't get it. Why did you have to protect that Sawyer bitch? You even had the nerve to humiliate me in front of everyone just for her."

"How does it feel now, lying in a hospital bed? Who are you going to protect now?"

She straightened up, her chest heaving. The toxicity that had been festering for days finally found its release in this empty ward.

"If you hadn't constantly stood in my way, the title of Mrs. Gauthier would have been mine a long time ago. Sienna would have never even been in the picture."

With that, she raised her hand.

*Smack!*

A vicious slap landed directly on the old woman's sunken cheek. The crack echoed sharply in the cavernous room.

The old woman's head jerked to the side, causing the ventilator tubes to rattle, but she remained completely unresponsive. Her eyelids didn't even twitch.

This helplessness only fueled Lyla's audacity. She raised her hand again.

*Smack!!*

Looking at the defenseless figure at her mercy, Lyla felt a sick, twisted thrill. Her smile turned terrifyingly sinister.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Lyla immediately scrambled back to her chair, snatched a wet towel from the bedside, and mimed gently wiping the old woman's face.

When Grant pushed the door open, he was greeted by the heartwarming sight of her tenderly caring for the patient.

She looked up, her eyes brimming with concern. "Who called? Is it the company?"

Grant gave a curt grunt, his expression even darker than before he stepped out.

"There's a charity auction tomorrow, and everyone in the industry will be there. The company has been dragged through the mud by the media, so I need to show my face and stabilize the situation."

He knew better than anyone just how brutal the fallout had been. Nathaniel Gauthier had been taken in for questioning, the group's stock prices were plummeting, and their business partners were backing out one by one.

The situation had just started showing signs of recovery over the last two days; he couldn't afford a single misstep right now.

Lyla's eyes lit up. She knew exactly what an event like this meant.

Every powerful figure in the city would be there. If she could attend as Grant's plus-one, it would be the ultimate public declaration of her status.

"You'll need a date, won't you?" Her tone grew eager as she leaned a fraction closer to him. "Let me go with you."

Grant abruptly turned to look at her, his gaze utterly devoid of warmth.

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