He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 240

Right then, Sienna Sawyer slowly stepped out.

Her gaze didn't even linger on Grant or his mother; it bypassed them entirely, landing on the whispering guests.

"Everyone."

Sienna's voice echoed clearly through the exhibition hall via the small microphone clipped to her dress, reaching every single ear.

"Welcome to Echoes of the Abyss: A Sienna Sawyer Retrospective."

"I am Curator K."

Her voice held a strange magnetism, instantly capturing the room's undivided attention.

Grant's face paled drastically.

What was she doing? Was she planning to tear off his mask in front of all these guests?

No, she wouldn't.

She was an artist who fiercely protected her reputation. She would never do something to damage her own image in such a public setting.

He told himself that, but his heart still hammered wildly against his ribs.

"Before everyone enters the world painted by Ms. Sawyer, I believe we need to clarify one crucial fact."

Sienna's gaze finally drifted back to Grant.

"And that is exactly what kind of person we are memorializing today."

She paused, sweeping her eyes over the crowd, who were still thoroughly confused and buzzing with gossip from Madeline's earlier outburst.

"Just a moment ago, they claimed that Ms. Sawyer had affairs while she was alive, that her family extorted money, and even... that she was pregnant with a child of unknown paternity."

She repeated those filthy accusations with a tone as calm as a meteorologist reading a weather report.

"And they claimed that Mr. Gauthier, in order to preserve her 'dignity,' chose to shoulder the burden alone."

She gave a cold laugh, her smile devoid of any warmth.

"What a deeply touching story. A great, forgiving husband who was deeply hurt by his wife and her family, yet still chose to throw a grand retrospective for her after her death."

"Even I was almost moved by it."

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