He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 177

99.9999%...

Biological father...

Those words seared into his retinas like a red-hot branding iron.

A wave of intense dizziness hit Grant.

All sound and color drained from the world in an instant, leaving only that cold string of text condemning him to death.

It was real.

The baby he had constantly cursed as a bastard was actually his own child.

Realizing the truth, all the color vanished from Grant's face.

"No... impossible..." he muttered to himself, stumbling backward until his spine slammed hard against the cold wall.

The report slipped from his numb fingers, fluttering gently to the floor.

He couldn't believe what was happening.

His and Sienna's baby was just... gone?

At that moment, the image of Sienna's eyes, overflowing with monstrous hatred, surfaced in his mind.

He remembered her agonizing shriek: "You killed our child with your own hands!"

He had bought into Lyla's manipulations, stubbornly convinced that Sienna was just putting on a performance.

He never imagined it would end like this.

It was him... He had killed his own child with his own hands.

The realization felt like an invisible hand crushing his throat, making every breath agonizing.

A tidal wave of delayed remorse and searing pain swallowed Grant completely.

The ache in his chest was so unbearable his legs threatened to give out.

The familiar smell of antiseptic in the hospital corridor suffocated him for the first time. The blinding glare of the overhead fluorescent lights made his vision swim with dark spots.

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