He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 212

"Sienna... My Sienna..." he muttered, his voice carrying an unprecedented tremor of remorse.

Suddenly, Grant let out a neurotic chuckle. His eyes were cold, and his handsome face appeared somewhat unhinged.

"Son? Grant?" Madeline was terrified by his demeanor, calling out to him with a trembling voice.

Grant seemed oblivious. At this moment, only a single thought grew wildly, instantly consuming his entire being.

Sienna. He needed to see her.

He had to see her right now.

Even if she was dead, she was still his.

Once this thought surfaced, it could no longer be suppressed, instantly washing away the last of his sanity.

He violently threw off the covers and stumbled toward the door. The aches from his car accident seemed to vanish completely.

"Grant! Where are you going? You're still injured!" Madeline was horrified and rushed forward to stop him.

"Get out of my way!"

Grant shoved her aside, the force sending Madeline crashing clumsily against the wall.

His eyes were bloodshot, completely enraged like a trapped beast.

"Don't touch me!"

He roared, his manic gaze terrifying Madeline so much that she didn't dare approach.

He had never looked at her with such a gaze before. All the former respect and distance were gone, leaving only pure, destructive madness.

The bodyguards outside the door heard the commotion and rushed in to restrain him.

"Mr. Gauthier, please calm down!"

"Get lost!"

Grant fought like a madman, striking anyone who got in his way.

In the chaos, he burst out of the hospital doors wearing only his thin patient gown, plunging into the bitter chill of the night.

The freezing air filled his lungs, bringing a tiny shred of clarity to his chaotic mind.

He sprinted to the side of the road and recklessly flagged down a taxi.

Under the driver's terrified gaze, he growled out his destination with an unquestionable tone of command.

"The West Hill Cemetery."

The driver was severely spooked by his murderous aura and the blood on his clothes, but he didn't dare ask questions and slammed his foot on the gas.

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