He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 182

Lyla was out shopping with her best friend.

She carried handfuls of shopping bags, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Just as she and her friend were admiring a wildly expensive necklace in the display window, her phone rang abruptly.

She glanced at the caller ID; it was Grant.

A wave of sweetness washed over her as she answered with a delicate, affectionate tone, "Grant~"

But before she could finish, a near-deafening roar erupted from the other end of the line.

"Get the hell back here!"

The words sliced into her eardrums like a blade forged in ice.

The smile on Lyla's face instantly froze.

She had never heard Grant speak to her in such a terrifying tone.

The call had already disconnected, leaving only a dial tone buzzing in her ear as her hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

All the smugness and comfort she had accumulated over the past few weeks vanished, completely doused by that single phone call.

"Lyla, what's wrong? You look awful," her friend leaned in, asking with concern.

"It's nothing," Lyla forced a smile, though her voice wavered. "Grant has an emergency. I have to head back."

She hastily shoved a few bags into her friend's arms and frantically flagged down a cab to rush back to the Gauthier mansion.

The entire ride, her heart was in her throat.

Don't panic.

She told herself that over and over again in her mind.

For him to lose his temper like that, he must have found out about something.

But so what if he knew?

As long as she denied it to the death and used the child in her womb as a shield, he would eventually soften.

After all, that bitch Sienna had miscarried, making her the only one capable of carrying on the Gauthier family line.

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she plastered on a pitiful expression before pushing open the doors to the villa.

The living room was completely dark, suffocatingly quiet.

The only light was the faint, glowing ember of a cigarette from the couch, while the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol permeated the air.

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