He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 261

He looked at the young woman standing before him—the biological daughter who should have grown up cherished by his side, yet had spent over twenty years wandering the outside world, enduring unimaginable suffering. It felt as if his heart were being violently crushed.

He was instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of remorse and guilt.

He opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse he could barely form the words.

"I am so sorry... child."

Every syllable he spoke felt as though it demanded all of his strength, heavy as lead.

"Your mother and I failed you. We failed to protect you."

"We let our own daughter suffer out there for so many years..."

Before he even finished speaking, he bent at the waist, offering Sienna a deep, solemn bow.

He bowed incredibly low, holding the position for a long, agonizing moment.

That bow held a father's twenty years of regret, every ounce of his guilt, and all the heart-wrenching pain he couldn't put into words.

Her parents' tears and desperate apologies slowly began to thaw the ice around her heart.

For the first time since the revelation, her stiff, frozen body showed a faint sign of warmth.

Arthur and Evelyn told her about the nanny, Wendy Foster, who was their prime suspect, detailing the doubts and investigations they had launched over the past few days.

They didn't dare step too close, merely looking at her with a mix of heartache, guilt, and quiet pleading. They were terrified she wouldn't forgive them, yet completely shattered by everything she had endured.

"Sienna," Arthur's voice still wavered with a suppressed sob.

He reached out, wanting to touch her shoulder, but his hand paused mid-air.

It was as if he feared a sudden touch would shatter this fragile, newly-won reunion.

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