He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 209

The Gauthier family had only one heir per generation for the last three decades. How could the bloodline just die out with Grant?

Grant's breathing turned ragged and violent. He gripped the flimsy medical report so tightly his knuckles turned completely white.

A sudden, wildly terrifying thought struck him like a physical blow.

"If that's true," he forced his head up, his voice quivering under the weight of sheer desperation. "Then how... how did my ex-wife get pregnant?"

Sienna!

She had been pregnant with his child!

If he was practically sterile, how did she manage to conceive?!

It was a singular lifeline, and he clung to it with the ferocity of a drowning man.

The hospital had to be wrong. They had to be.

But the doctor's next words ruthlessly snapped that final, fragile thread of hope.

Dr. Whitaker looked at him, genuine pity softening his gaze.

"Mr. Gauthier, situations like yours do occur in the medical field."

"While your chances of conception are virtually nonexistent, they aren't an absolute zero. However, the odds are likely worse than winning the lottery."

"The reason your ex-wife was able to conceive is, we theorize, entirely due to her. She must possess an incredibly rare physical constitution that makes her exceptionally fertile."

"It was her one-in-a-million biology that somehow compensated for your severe defect, resulting in what we can only call... a medical miracle."

One-in-a-million biology...

A medical miracle...

Every single word slammed into Grant's chest like a sledgehammer.

So that was the truth.

He hadn't given her a child at all.

She had used her miraculous, one-in-a-million body, burning through an entire lifetime of luck, just to gift him a "miracle."

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