He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 214

The moment the cold mechanical voice faded, Sienna felt a wave of warmth surge through her body.

The years of frailty and sickness brought on by system punishments and self-suppression were completely swept away.

An abundant energy instantly flowed through her veins.

She looked down at her wrists, once overly thin from malnutrition, and watched as her skin rapidly regained a healthy, luminous glow, becoming smooth and vibrant.

She was finally... free.

Completely free.

Sienna slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her clear gaze no longer held a trace of confusion or fragility.

Replacing it was the sharpness and edge forged through immense hardship.

She turned around and looked at the unfinished piece on her easel.

In the center of the painting was a figure struggling in the abyss, surrounded by endless darkness.

She picked up her brush, dipped it into the brightest gold paint, and added a dazzling star at the end of the darkness.

From this day on, Sienna was dead.

The one who lived was the genius artist, K.

...

The Gauthier family was in utter chaos.

When the family bodyguards and an anxious Madeline rushed to the cemetery, they were met with a horrific scene.

Grant was collapsed by the dug-up grave, tightly clutching an urn in his arms. He was covered in blood and mud, his eyes hollow and unhinged.

"Grant!"

Madeline let out a piercing scream, nearly fainting on the spot.

The bodyguards rushed forward to pull him up, but he forced them back with an incredibly ruthless glare.

"Don't touch me," he rasped, his voice carrying an undeniable command. "And don't touch her."

The men looked at his mangled hands, which barely resembled human flesh, and gasped in horror.

Just how ruthless did a man have to be to torture himself into this state?

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