He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 179

The events of the day smashed together like shrapnel in his mind, repeatedly colliding and refusing to grant him a moment of peace.

How had everything spiraled into this?

He couldn't wrap his head around it.

Suddenly, the image of Lyla's tear-stained face flashed into his thoughts.

Grant slammed on the brakes, the tires shrieking against the asphalt as he pulled over.

"Grant, don't let her fool you."

"She was carrying someone else's baby anyway."

"She orchestrated this entire performance today."

"..."

Lyla's words still rang crystal clear in his ears.

It was precisely because of those words that he had repeatedly smothered any trace of sympathy in his heart, standing by and watching as Sienna was pushed into the abyss.

But now, that paternity report had shredded all his blind certainty.

The baby was his.

So, how much of what Lyla said was actually true?

A bone-deep chill crept up from the soles of Grant's feet, instantly sweeping through his entire body.

He felt like an absolute fool, completely played for a pawn.

No, he couldn't just let this go.

He was going to investigate. He was going to drag every single truth out into the light!

Grant restarted the engine, whipped the car around, and sped back toward the manor.

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