He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 215

"You disappointment! Are you going to destroy the entire Gauthier family over a woman?!"

Inside the study, Nathaniel's roaring nearly took the roof off.

Grant merely sat quietly on the sofa, still holding the urn in his arms, acting as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.

His gaze bypassed his furious father, landing on an empty spot in the air. A faint, gentle smile even graced his face.

"Sienna, don't be afraid. They're being too loud; I'll take you back to our room."

As he spoke, he genuinely stood up to leave with the urn in his arms.

Nathaniel trembled with rage, pointing at his son's retreating back, unable to form a word for a long time.

He knew this son was completely ruined.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the chaos and depression.

One year, two years...

Grant's madness became a running joke in the city's idle gossip.

And the woman who had caused it all, Sienna, gradually faded from memory, only brought up occasionally when people laughed at Grant.

Nobody knew that on the other side of the world, a painter named "K" was taking the international art scene by storm with unstoppable momentum.

...

Three years later.

A highly anticipated international art awards ceremony was grandly taking place.

Under the spotlights, people from all over the world gathered, dressed in glamorous attire.

"Next, let us welcome the recipient of this year's highest honor at The Golden Leaf Award with the warmest applause."

The host announced loudly in passionate French.

"—K!"

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause erupted across the venue.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the entrance to the stage.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a slender, graceful figure slowly walked out.

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