He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 239

"This piece isn't a humiliation."

He stood up straight and looked at the crowd. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a tragic, decisive finality.

"It is my judgment!"

"And I, Grant Gauthier, stand here willingly to accept everyone's judgment!"

The moment the words left his mouth, he aggressively tore the elegant white boutonniere from his chest and threw it to the floor.

"From today onward, I have no right to wear this."

"This exhibition is not my confession. It is my... penitence."

In an instant, a pin-drop silence swept over the room.

Everyone was utterly paralyzed by his sudden, Oscar-worthy performance.

Sienna never expected his acting skills to improve this much in three years. A sudden chill crept up her spine.

Well played, Grant Gauthier.

He had managed to find a counterattack in a matter of seconds.

Instead of denying it or flying into a rage, he leaned into her narrative, twisting the very blade she used to shatter his mask into a prop to showcase his remorse.

By doing so, all the careful groundwork she had laid became the perfect backdrop for his grandiose act of "penitence."

As the curator, she had accidentally become the tool that guided him toward his "epiphany."

Grant hadn't just defused the crisis; he had checkmated her.

Brilliant.

Truly brilliant.

After the initial shock wore off, Madeline also snapped back to reality. Seeing her son's agonizing profile, tears immediately streamed down her face.

Without a second thought, she rushed forward, threw her arms around him, and broke into gut-wrenching sobs.

"Oh, my poor boy! You've suffered so much all these years!"

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