He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 189

But his normally steady hands were trembling so uncontrollably that he could barely keep his grip on the steering wheel.

Finally, the brightly lit hospital building came into view.

Executing a terrifying drift, Grant slammed the car into a parking spot before vaulting out and sprinting desperately into the lobby.

The late-night hospital was chillingly silent.

In the long corridors, the only sounds were his own frantic footsteps and ragged breathing.

He bolted all the way to Sienna's room.

The door was wide open, the room utterly vacant.

The stark white hospital bed had its sheets perfectly folded, looking entirely untouched, as if no one had ever lain there.

Grant's heart instantaneously plummeted to absolute zero.

He snatched the arm of a passing nurse, demanding like a madman, "Where is Sienna? Where is the patient from this room?!"

Terrified by his unhinged expression, the nurse stammered, "Ms... Ms. Sawyer... she was just taken... to The Hospital Morgue..."

The Hospital Morgue...

Grant's vision went pitch black, and he nearly collapsed on the spot.

Shoving the nurse aside, he staggered blindly toward the morgue.

Yet the closer he got to the destination, the more freezing the air became, the distinct aura of death sending a violent shudder straight to his bones.

Just as he rounded the corner of the corridor, he saw a group of orderlies in scrubs wheeling a gurney draped in a stark white sheet, moving slowly toward a set of heavy iron doors.

Beneath the sterile sheet was the unmistakable, fragile outline of a familiar silhouette.

Pushing his body to the absolute limit, Grant launched himself toward the gurney.

"Sir, you can't..." the orderlies cried out, trying to intercept him, but Grant was completely lost to his hysteria, forcefully shoving anyone who dared block his path.

The only thing existing in his vision was that white sheet.

He reached out, his fingertips violently shaking.

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