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"Our baby?"
He let out a low scoff, a sound entirely devoid of warmth and dripping with visceral contempt.
"You mean the bastard you made with Lucas."
The words struck like a blade forged in ice, stabbing flawlessly into Sienna's heart.
But she no longer had the strength to defend herself. She could only curl into a tighter ball, feeling her soul sink into absolute despair.
Without another word, Grant wrapped his arm around Lyla and turned back toward the house.
His strides were steady and unbothered, as though the woman convulsing on the freezing ground behind him meant absolutely nothing to him.
"Leave her be. Let her perform for the empty yard. Let her freeze for a night, and she'll learn her place by morning."
Tucked securely in his embrace, Lyla cast one final glance over her shoulder, a sickeningly triumphant smirk curling her lips.
The heavy front doors slammed shut.
Sienna was left entirely alone in the courtyard.
The night wind grew fiercer, howling with a bone-piercing chill that battered her frail body relentlessly.
She lay curled on the icy tiles as wave after wave of suffocating agony crashed over her, soaking ruthlessly into her bones and joints.
Right then, the long-silent System Protocol couldn't bear to watch any longer and spoke up.
[Host, do you need me to lower your pain levels?]
Even its mechanical voice carried a trace of sympathy it didn't know it possessed.
Sienna had explicitly commanded it to amplify her physical pain receptors earlier, but the System couldn't understand why. Was it really necessary to torture herself to this extreme just to fool Grant?
As an incorporeal entity, merely witnessing her suffering was excruciating enough.
Yet, Sienna replied with absolute conviction, "No. This is the only way to make it believable."
"I cannot allow even a fraction of a percent for this plan to fail."
Having said that, she waited out the tearing sensation in her gut before whispering weakly.
"Bring on a rainstorm for me, please."
The System Protocol was so stunned it couldn't compute. She was already in unfathomable agony, and she wanted to escalate it?!
Has Sienna lost her mind?
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