He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 253

Their biological daughter might have been swapped at birth over two decades ago.

*Bang!*

Arthur slammed his fist onto the desk.

The solid mahogany let out a muffled thud, causing the vintage photo album to jolt.

His knuckles turned white from the sheer force, looking as though they might splinter right into the wood grain.

That heavy thud felt like a physical blow to his own chest, sending a rigid shockwave of pain through his entire body.

A vicious ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, his pupils shrinking into pinpricks. He looked ready to tear apart the unseen monster who had orchestrated this twenty years ago.

But the violent impulse faded in an instant, swiftly swallowed by a much deeper, darker emotion.

It was the profound, gut-wrenching remorse of a father, intertwined with a torrential fury that surged inch by agonizing inch from the depths of his soul.

He stood up abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the floorboards.

He didn't say another word. He just paced the study, his leather shoes thudding heavily and erratically against the hardwood.

His expression was unfathomably grim, his brow tied into a severe knot as if trying to physically untangle the twenty-year mystery.

The dim, yellow light of the study stretched his shadow against the wall, making it look chaotic and restless.

Alfred stood rooted to the spot, not daring to utter a single syllable. He simply lowered his head, silently watching the master he had served for decades struggle in sheer agony.

A few minutes later, Arthur finally stopped pacing.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let his chest heave violently twice.

When he opened his eyes again, the inferno of rage had been mostly suppressed, leaving behind a bottomless, terrifying calm.

It was the ironclad composure forged from decades of life-or-death corporate warfare.

He turned around, his gaze settling on his wife, who was on the verge of a total breakdown.

Evelyn's face was still deathly pale. Her eyes were red and swollen, wet tear tracks still glistening on her cheeks.

His heart gave a painful squeeze. He quickly stepped forward and placed his hands firmly on her shoulders.

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