He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 164

Every single move Lyla made was strictly controlled by Sienna.

She desperately wanted to complain to Grant, but everything Sienna did was carefully disguised under the banner of "doing it for you and the baby's own good," leaving her absolutely no grounds to fault her.

That night, Lyla was brought to tears by Sienna once again.

It started when Sienna brought her a bowl of dark, foul-smelling tonic, claiming it was for the baby's health. The mere stench of it was enough to induce nausea.

Lyla stubbornly refused to drink it.

Sienna simply sat on the edge of the bed in perfect silence, watching her as if admiring an entertaining piece of scenery.

"If you don't drink up, I'll have to tell your beloved Grant."

"If he were to find out that you aren't actually pregnant, and that you've been lying to him this whole time..." She dragged out the syllables deliberately. "What do you think he would do?"

Those words struck like a bolt of lightning, exploding violently in Lyla's mind.

Her pupils shrank sharply, and a cold sweat broke out across her skin.

"How... how did you know..."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and even her lips were drained of color.

Sienna scoffed coldly. "If you don't want anyone to find out, don't do it in the first place."

At that exact moment, the horrifying realization finally hit Lyla—the woman sitting in front of her was no longer the submissive, easily manipulated Sienna she once knew.

She had changed.

She had become something incomprehensible, and utterly terrifying.

Lyla gripped the bedsheets with a white-knuckled intensity, forcing the words through her gritted teeth.

"What exactly do you want!"

Sienna's lips curved into a smile that lacked even a trace of warmth.

"To serve you until the baby is born, naturally."

It was said so casually, yet to Lyla's ears, it was more horrifying than the most vicious threat.

With that, Sienna extended the medicinal bowl toward her with steady hands.

The dark liquid still emanated thin wisps of steam, and the bitter, suffocating scent aggressively assaulted Lyla's senses.

Terrified by the dead look in Sienna's eyes, Lyla broke down sobbing and forced the vile tonic down her throat.

The moment she finished it, she sprinted into the bathroom, violently throwing up everything in her stomach.

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