He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 157

"As for Grant..."

Sienna paused, looking down her nose at the seething woman across the table, her eyes freezing over.

"If you want him so badly, you can have him."

"Just stop letting him pace around in front of me like a rabid dog. It's an eyesore."

Leaving those words behind, she turned toward the exit without a single ounce of hesitation.

The sharp stiletto heels clicked crisply against the polished wooden floor, echoing clearly in the quiet booth.

But the second Sienna's fingers brushed the door handle, a piercing, agonizing scream erupted from behind her.

"Ah—!"

The shriek was loud enough to burst an eardrum.

Sienna stopped in her tracks and looked back.

Somehow, Lyla had slipped from her chair and collapsed into a heap on the floor.

Both her hands were clamped tightly over her lower stomach. Her previously flushed face was now paper-white, completely drained of blood.

Thick beads of cold sweat rolled continuously down her forehead.

"It hurts... it hurts so much..."

She curled into a tight ball, shaking like a leaf in the wind as tears cascaded down her face like broken pearls.

"My stomach... somebody help..."

Sienna stood coldly by the door, raising a single eyebrow.

"What kind of performance is this?"

Sienna looked down at her, her expression entirely unbothered. She didn't even make a move to step closer.

She knew Lyla's pathetic, underhanded tricks entirely too well.

This was just another ploy to create a massive scene, play the victim, and pin the blame on her.

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