He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 178

"Lucas, who let you in here? Get the hell out!" he spat aggressively.

Lucas looked up at the approaching Grant, his usually gentle eyes completely stripped of their everyday refined warmth.

"I'm the one who saved her. Why wouldn't I be here?" Lucas shot back coldly. "What I want to know is how you even have the nerve to show your face."

Grant clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

"She's my wife. It is my absolute right to see her!"

"Your wife?" Lucas scoffed, letting out a low, mocking laugh as if he'd just heard an incredible joke.

"Is Mr. Gauthier referring to the wife you locked outside in the pouring rain all night until she was in so much agony she miscarried?"

Every single word from Lucas trampled mercilessly on Grant's deepest wounds.

Grant's face darkened, his eyes bloodshot.

"Shut your mouth! This is between her and me. It's none of your business!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

However, Sienna suddenly spoke up.

"Get out."

Her voice was frigid. That single, weightless command was far more devastating than any screaming curse.

Grant's body locked up.

Right then, a hand clamped onto his shoulder, and a massive force shoved him back.

Lucas's tall frame stepped in front of Sienna, shielding her completely.

"Are you deaf, Grant?" Lucas kept his voice low, but it radiated an undeniable, suffocating pressure. "She told you to get out."

"This is between us! You have no right to interfere!"

Lucas pressed forward, his presence overwhelming. "As you are now, you have no right to even stand in this room."

"Sienna needs to rest. She doesn't want to see anyone who makes her sick. So, make yourself scarce."

"Makes her sick?"

Grant's pupils contracted sharply. The words acted like twin steel spikes driving straight into his pride.

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