He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 258

During Sienna's previous visit, she had brought a small gift.

It was a small, unglazed ceramic bust she had sculpted by hand in her free time, retaining the raw, earthy texture of the clay.

The inspiration for the bust was the young Evelyn she had seen in the old photograph displayed in the Sullivan family corridor.

Evelyn adored the gift, cherishing it even more than her priceless jewelry.

She placed the ceramic bust in the most prominent spot on the living room display shelf, pausing to admire it multiple times a day.

After thoroughly embarrassing herself in front of the socialite circle, Sabrina fled home in a humiliated frenzy.

The moment she walked through the door, she saw her mother wearing her reading glasses, carefully wiping down the ceramic bust with a look of profound, tender satisfaction she had never witnessed before.

That smile felt like a physical blow to Sabrina's eyes.

Why?

Why did her mother treasure a worthless chunk of dirt casually thrown together by an outsider?

A surge of old grievances and fresh hatred ignited, burning away the last shreds of her rationality.

She charged forward, faking a stumble, and let out a dramatic gasp as she "accidentally" crashed into the display shelf.

*Crash—Smash!*

The sharp sound of shattering ceramic was deafening in the quiet living room.

The bust plummeted from the shelf, striking the hard marble floor and instantly splintering into a dozen jagged pieces.

Evelyn snapped her head around at the noise. When she saw the shattered fragments, her entire body froze, all the color draining from her face.

She dropped to her knees, desperately trying to gather the pieces, only for a sharp edge to slice her fingertip, drawing a bead of blood.

"Mom! I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" Sabrina immediately forced out tears, putting on a flawless display of innocent panic and grievance.

"I swear I didn't mean to! I tripped... Mom, please don't be mad. I'll buy you a new one. No, I'll buy you ten expensive ones to make up for it!"

She was desperately trying to frame the destruction as an innocent accident, using the promise of "compensation" to subtly remind her mother how cheap and worthless Sienna's gift truly was.

Evelyn watched her pathetic acting, then looked back at the ruined ceramic, her heart aching so intensely she couldn't speak.

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