He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 191

Grant Gauthier's strength completely gave out, his bloodshot eyes wild with a desperate struggle.

"Let me go! Get your hands off me!"

"Sienna! Sienna Sawyer! Come back here!"

Hunter Hale watched his near-lunatic state, her eyes brimming with pure disgust.

"Listen to me, Grant."

"Sienna was never some unwanted orphan. She was my most precious friend, a sheer genius in the art world."

"You were just too blind to see her worth, treating a diamond like dirt."

"Now, you don't even have the right to stand before her. You'd only taint her memory."

With that, she and Lucas Lowery turned and walked away, their silhouettes cold and resolute.

The bodyguards finally released their grip.

Grant's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor in a wretched heap.

In the vast, empty corridor, only the sound of his heavy, despairing breaths echoed.

He had lost.

He had lost absolutely everything.

He didn't even have the right to attend her funeral.

Grant had no idea how he made it out of the hospital.

He started his sports car in a daze, letting it drift aimlessly through the deserted midnight streets.

The city's neon lights blurred past the windows, streaking into meaningless flashes of color.

The words of Hunter and Lucas looped relentlessly in his mind.

"You don't have the right."

"She was my most precious friend."

"You don't even have the right to stand before her."

...

The car rolled to a stop in front of the manor.

He stepped out, looking up at the sprawling architecture that sat in dead silence under the night sky.

There was a time when, no matter how late he came home, a warm light would always be left on for him.

Beneath that light was the quiet silhouette of a woman waiting for his return.

Back then, he only found it deeply annoying, convinced it was just her way of monitoring and suffocating him.

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