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"Sienna lost the baby."
Lyla's eyes instantly lit up, though she quickly masked it beneath a perfectly calculated layer of sorrow.
She lowered her head, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue and forcing out a choked sob. "How could this happen... Sienna must be devastated. It's all my fault, if it wasn't for me..."
"It has nothing to do with you," Grant cut her off, his tone completely devoid of warmth. "She brought this upon herself."
He turned and took long, purposeful strides back into the mansion, as though the man who had stood lingering in the rain mere moments ago wasn't him.
As he brushed past Helen, he didn't even spare her a glance, merely dropping a cold directive.
"Clean up the courtyard. I don't want to see anything I shouldn't when I wake up tomorrow."
Helen stared at his merciless retreating figure, then down at the bloodstains being washed away by the rain. She trembled like a leaf in the wind.
She knew the Gauthier household was on the brink of a hurricane.
Grant returned to the master bedroom, stripping off his soaked jacket and walking straight into the bathroom.
Hot water cascaded over his head, warming his freezing body but failing to wash away the inexplicable agitation clawing at his chest.
He closed his eyes, only for the image of Sienna curled up on the ground to surface unbidden in his mind.
Her deathly pale face, her blue-tinged lips, and the horrifying crimson pooling beneath her...
Grant suddenly snapped his eyes open and slammed his fist into the cold tile.
A dull thud echoed through the room, the impact sending a sharp jolt of pain through his knuckles.
He panted heavily, staring at his own disheveled reflection in the mirror.
His dark eyes, normally completely unfathomable, were now swirling with a chaotic turmoil he couldn't even comprehend.
He told himself over and over: That child was not his.
Sienna had betrayed him.
Everything she had done was for money, for revenge.
Yet he didn't know why, when he heard the words "the baby is gone," it felt like an invisible hand had clamped around his heart, sending a piercing ache through his chest.
No.

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