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As if Grant suddenly remembered something, a terrifying gleam burst from his bloodshot eyes.
Her unique constitution!
The doctor had said Sienna had a one-in-a-million medical profile!
Only she! Only she could conceive his child!
The thought struck him like lightning, splitting through his muddled mind and instantly giving him his only shred of hope!
Yes! Sienna!
As long as he found her, he could make her give him another child.
Why did he feel like the sky was falling just a moment ago? He still had Sienna.
That woman loved him so much she was willing to give up her life for him. As long as he went to her and treated her a little better, she would definitely be willing!
A wave of pure ecstasy instantly washed away the despair and panic in his heart.
He threw off the covers and scrambled to get out of bed, his movements so urgent that he knocked over the IV stand beside him.
"Grant, where are you going?" Madeline was startled by his actions.
"I'm going to find her! I'm going to find Sienna!"
Grant's eyes were filled with madness and obsession. His mind was consumed by a single thought: find Sienna and have her bear his child!
However, the moment the words left his mouth, Madeline's face turned ghastly pale.
She looked at her son, who was acting like a lunatic, her lips trembling so much she couldn't speak a single word.
"Isn't Sienna... already dead?"
Grant's head snapped up.
"What did you say?"
He thought he had heard wrong. The manic flush on his face had yet to fade as his bewildered gaze landed on Madeline.
Tears welled up in Madeline's eyes as she spoke in despair, "Sienna died a long time ago. Even her body has already been..."
"No."
Grant cut her off, his voice drifting as if he were speaking from the depths of the ocean. "No, you're mistaken. She's not dead, she—"
His words came to an abrupt halt.
A fragile string seemed to snap in his mind.
A tearing, piercing ache suddenly exploded from the depths of his skull. It caught him off guard, making him instinctively clutch his temples with both hands.
His fingers dug into his scalp, pressing harder, and harder...



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