He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 249

A flash of absolute shock swept across his aged face, rapidly giving way to a stunned, disbelieving trance.

It was the look of a man who had just run into a ghost, as if he had been violently dragged back into memories from decades past.

His silvery brows knit together unconsciously, and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

His frail fingers curled inward, his knuckles turning pale from the sudden tension.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he were trying to speak but found the words choked off in his throat.

After a long pause, an incredibly faint murmur slipped past his lips, almost entirely swallowed by the wind.

"So similar... far too similar..."

The whisper was so quiet that Sienna didn't catch it; she only noticed the old butler's momentary daze. But Lucas heard it. He frowned slightly, the suspicions in his heart growing even heavier.

"Alfred?" Lucas gently prompted.

Alfred snapped back to reality like he'd been jolted awake. A flash of panic crossed his features before he hastily ducked his head to hide his slip in composure. "Ahem. Ms. K, right this way. Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan have been waiting for you."

He led them through the courtyard corridors. The stone pathways beneath their feet were worn smooth by time, and the air was thick with the scent of fresh greenery and the rich, woody aroma of sandalwood unique to the manor.

The living room was elegantly yet cozily arranged. It lacked excessive, gaudy decorations; every piece of furniture was clearly antique, yet impeccably maintained.

A gentle, graceful woman in a modest dress sat on a mahogany sofa, cradling a cup of tea.

This was Evelyn, wife of the Sullivan Group's chairman.

Hearing footsteps, Evelyn looked up, a polite smile on her face. But as her gaze bypassed Lucas and landed on the woman walking gracefully behind him, that smile slowly morphed into genuine delight.

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