He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 202

Madeline carefully eased Lyla onto the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her back while unleashing a barrage of scolding at Grant.

"Have you completely lost your mind?! Look at how badly you've terrified a pregnant woman!"

Lyla buried her face in Madeline's embrace, crying in soft, pathetic little hiccups.

Her tears seemed entirely unstoppable, falling in a steady rhythm.

Yet, her sobbing was impeccably measured and restrained.

There was no ugly wailing—just silent, tragic weeping that made her look all the more fragile and helpless.

Madeline patted her back, her brow furrowing with deep sympathy while her words toward Grant grew sharper.

"Let me make this perfectly clear, Grant. Lyla is carrying the Gauthier bloodline. If you cause her to miscarry, your father will be the first one to end you!"

Grant said nothing.

He stood tall and rigid, quietly observing the sickeningly touching portrait of a devoted mother-in-law protecting her sweet daughter-in-law.

Lyla discreetly tightened her grip on Madeline's sleeve—a subconscious, calculated little tug that looked far more convincing than her tears.

Grant watched for exactly one second before looking away in disgust.

"Are you really so sure the child in her belly belongs to the Gauthier family?"

At those words, Lyla's spine went rigidly stiff for a fraction of a second.

Why would he say that? Did he find out about something else?

Madeline was also momentarily taken aback, but quickly regained her composure.

Grant didn't bother to say another word. He turned on his heel and walked out, his heavy footsteps fading down the corridor until the house fell silent.

The room was quiet for a long moment.

Madeline looked down, offering Lyla soft words of comfort, but her gaze instinctively drifted to Lyla's flat stomach.

A seed of doubt had undeniably been planted.

"Lyla," she started, her tone perfectly neutral. "Tomorrow morning, I'm taking you for an official prenatal checkup."

"We'll go to Gauthier Premier Medical Center. I personally know the doctors there."

Lyla's fingers twitched. She knew there was absolutely no backing out of this.

Turning her head, she flashed a sickeningly sweet, obedient smile.

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