He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 259

"You didn't just smash a decoration!"

His voice spiked, carrying the explosive rage of a man pushed to his absolute breaking point.

"You smashed the gift your sister made for your mother!"

The words sliced through the stagnant air of the living room like a white-hot blade.

"Guards!"

Arthur spun around abruptly, his suit jacket flaring with the violent motion.

He barked an order at the bodyguards standing by the door, his tone steeped in a terrifying brutality no one had ever heard from him before.

"Lock her in her room!"

"Without my explicit permission, she is not to take a single step past that door!"

The two bodyguards exchanged a stunned glance, momentarily frozen.

In all their years serving Arthur, they had never heard him speak to Sabrina with such venom.

The phrase "your sister" struck everyone like a sudden clap of thunder, paralyzing them where they stood.

The echo lingered in the living room, bouncing off the walls again and again.

In that split second, everyone stopped breathing.

The tear tracks on Sabrina's face hadn't even dried, yet she stood completely immobilized.

She forgot to cry. Her mouth hung slightly open, but she couldn't produce a sound.

Sister?

Who was her sister?

The words slammed into her mind like heavy stones.

She stared blankly at her father, her eyes entirely hollow.

Those eyes, usually so haughty and calculating, were completely emptied of thought, leaving only sheer bewilderment.

She instinctively looked toward her mother, desperate for some kind of explanation.

But Evelyn was crouched on the floor, picking up the shattered ceramic pieces. Droplets of blood seeped from her fingertips, yet she seemed completely immune to the pain.

Her shoulders trembled slightly. Silent tears crashed onto the cold marble, mixing with the sharp fragments.

Sabrina's gaze slowly shifted to Sienna, who stood firmly in the center of the room.

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