He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 211

He was useless now.

A broken man who could not even produce an heir.

And the only woman who could have saved him was dead because of him.

This realization weighed heavily on his chest, making every breath accompanied by agonizing heartache.

The hospital room door was gently pushed open, and Nathaniel Gauthier walked in with Madeline.

Nathaniel's face was terrifyingly grim. In just two days, he seemed to have aged a decade, with more gray hairs at his temples.

Madeline's eyes were swollen and her expression haggard, entirely stripped of the elegance of the Gauthier family's matriarch.

They looked at their son, whose eyes were dead and empty on the hospital bed, and felt a suffocating pain in their chests.

"What did the doctor say?" Nathaniel's voice was hoarse, carrying an imperceptible tremble.

Madeline shook her head, tears falling uncontrollably again. "It's the same as yesterday. They said it's... irreversible. There's nothing they can do..."

"Useless!"

Nathaniel violently punched the wall, producing a dull thud.

He had dominated the business world his entire life, only for his sole heir to end the Gauthier family line!

How could he face the Gauthier ancestors after he died!

Madeline's sobs were suppressed and desperate. "Nathaniel, what are we going to do... Is our family really going to end here?"

Nathaniel didn't speak. He simply tugged at his tie in frustration, his chest heaving heavily.

The hospital room was steeped in despair.

Right at that moment, Grant suddenly let out a faint laugh without any warning.

The sound was light, sounding especially abrupt and eerie in the dead silence of the room.

"Mom."

He turned his head, his hollow gaze landing on Madeline.

"We actually had a child once."

Madeline's crying came to a sudden halt. She stared blankly at her son, not understanding why he was suddenly bringing this up.

A cruel, self-deprecating sneer appeared on Grant's face.

"A perfectly healthy, fully formed baby boy."

His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

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