He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 197

"Lyla, we're leaving! Ignore this psycho!"

Lyla stumbled as she was yanked forward, barely managing to catch her balance.

She glanced back over her shoulder. Grant was still standing in the wreckage, completely ignoring them, without a single word of restraint.

She ground her teeth, her fingernails pressing tightly into her palms.

Sienna Sawyer, even in death, you won't let anyone live in peace!

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The Rolls-Royce glided smoothly down the highway. The streetlights flashed by the windows in rapid succession, casting flickering shadows over Lyla's face.

In the backseat, Madeline's chest heaved with fury.

"Out of his mind! He's completely lost it!"

"What kind of spell did that bitch put on him? She's dead, and she still has him completely bewitched!"

Her voice trembled with outrage, laced with a deep, humiliating anger she couldn't suppress.

Lyla pulled a soft tissue from the dispenser and handed it over, her movements gentle and considerate, a perfect, comforting smile playing on her lips.

"Mrs. Gauthier, please don't be angry. Grant is just struggling to process things right now."

"Give him a little time, and he'll naturally understand everything you're doing for him."

Madeline took the tissue and let out a long, heavy sigh.

"At least you're sensible."

She turned her head, her gaze dropping to Lyla's stomach once more. She stared for two or three seconds, and the fury her son had ignited began to subside.

"Lyla, you are now the most important person in the Gauthier family."

Her tone was absolute, speaking as if the matter were already set in stone.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm taking you to our private hospital for a comprehensive prenatal checkup."

"I want to see my grandson's health for myself."

The smile on Lyla's face instantly froze. It felt as if a cold snake were slithering up her spine, filling her with uncontrollable dread.

A checkup? At the Gauthier family's private hospital?

How was she supposed to hide her fake pregnancy now?

She lowered her head, her fingers discreetly gripping the thin fabric of her dress. Her knuckles whitened as she desperately tried to suppress her tremors.

"Mrs. Gauthier..."

She forced out a strained smile, trying to hide the panic bleeding into her voice.

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