He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 167

Reflected in the dark, murky liquid was Lyla's triumphant face.

Sienna suddenly found it utterly hilarious. Did Lyla actually believe this meant she had won?

She had no idea.

Sienna had been waiting for this exact bowl of medicine for a very long time.

She gently touched her flat stomach, mourning the child she had already lost.

*I'm sorry. Forgive Mommy for using you.*

*Mommy has to do this.*

*It's the only way to avenge you. The only way to make Grant spend the rest of his miserable life drowning in regret over your death.*

"I'm not drinking it."

Sienna turned her head away, her tone chillingly flat and utterly devoid of emotion.

That was exactly the response Lyla had been waiting for.

She immediately turned to Grant, pasting on a look of utter helplessness.

"See, Grant? I told you I'm only trying to help her, but she refuses to appreciate it..."

"She'd rather let the cold permanently damage her baby than stop throwing a tantrum."

Grant's expression plunged into total darkness, his body radiating a suffocating, lethal hostility.

"Force it down."

That single, glacial command was her death sentence.

Lyla smirked wickedly, her gaze sharpening into pure malice.

She aggressively seized Sienna's jaw, forcing her mouth open. The scalding, violently bitter liquid was brutally poured down her throat, burning its way down her esophagus like liquid fire.

"Mmph... cough!" Sienna's eyes went wide in agony. Involuntary tears spilled over her lashes as her lungs felt as though they were being ripped apart.

She ultimately collapsed awkwardly onto the ground, coughing until her lungs felt like they were tearing apart.

Yet, despite the excruciating torment, she didn't utter a single plea for mercy.

She merely fixed a death stare on the man standing tall in the shadows, letting the gut-wrenching agony spread through her veins, coughing until the last pathetic remnants of her love for him were completely shattered.

Lyla leaned in close to her ear, dropping her voice to a venomous whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"This is what happens when you go against me, Sienna."

"In this house, you will never win."

Sienna coughed a few more times, but as she looked up, she suddenly flashed a dark smile, her eyes gleaming like a predator watching its prey step willingly into a trap.

An inexplicable chill shot down Lyla's spine, and she instinctively scrambled a half-step backward.

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