He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 255

There was no anger in that gaze, nor was there the usual leniency or heartache.

There was only an icy, impenetrable distance, as if in this very moment, she wasn't Evelyn's daughter, but a tiresome stranger.

Sabrina's fingertips turned cold.

An unfamiliar dread crept slowly up her spine, forcing her to hold her breath.

Her parted lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't force out a single complete syllable.

Sienna sat quietly in her seat, her posture relaxed, but her gaze was sharp as a blade. She captured every microscopic shift between the mother and daughter.

She watched Sabrina's face twist from rage to absolute panic.

And she watched the fleeting flash of guilt and anxiety hiding just beneath the icy detachment in Evelyn's eyes.

This entire dynamic was wildly abnormal.

A mother wouldn't exhibit such bone-deep indifference toward a daughter having an emotional breakdown.

Unless...

Sienna observed the entire scene with cool detachment. She stood up slowly, her movements graceful and unhurried.

"Mrs. Sullivan, it seems I've come at a bad time."

Her voice was light, carrying her usual polite warmth without a hint of abnormality.

"I'll bring the revised sketches by another day. I should take my leave."

As she spoke, her fingertips gracefully gathered the silk scarf resting on her lap, making the visit look like nothing more than a casual drop-in.

"I'll walk you out."

Evelyn was on her feet before Sienna had even finished her sentence. She moved so quickly it bordered on frantic, as if desperate to escape the confines of the living room.

She looked down to smooth her skirt, her knuckles turning white from how tightly she gripped the fabric.

When she looked up again, a perfectly measured smile of apology was plastered back onto her face.

But the smile was stiff, and a flash of barely concealed urgency darted through the depths of her eyes—so fast it was almost imperceptible.

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