He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 289

Lucas remained by Sienna's side, never leaving her for a single second.

He subtly angled his body in front of her, blocking the prying stares. A few clueless guests tried to step up and chat, but the moment they met his calm yet warning gaze, they immediately backed away awkwardly.

Sienna turned her head slightly and shot him a reassuring look.

The unspoken connection between them made Madeline, hiding in the corner of the hall, burn with jealousy and hatred.

Surrounded by the crowd's contempt and pointing fingers, Madeline couldn't bear to stay a second longer.

Grabbing her useless son, she practically fled the scene under the crowd's gloating stares.

That pathetic retreat signaled the absolute defeat of the Gauthier family tonight.

The banquet ended, and the guests dispersed.

The Sullivan family's motorcade drove smoothly back to the villa, shutting out all the noise of the outside world.

Warm yellow light filled the study, chasing away the chill of the night.

Evelyn couldn't hold it in any longer. She pulled Sienna into a tight hug, trembling slightly from the lingering fear.

"My daughter... it's my fault. Mom didn't protect you properly. I let you suffer such grievances..."

Sienna gently patted her back, feeling this motherly love that was over twenty years late. In that moment, the defensive walls she had built for years completely dissolved.

"I'm fine, Mom."

Standing nearby, Arthur watched his wife and daughter. The warmth on his face instantly vanished, leaving only cold, hard resolve.

Right in front of Sienna, he picked up the phone and dialed the group's lead attorney, Victoria Whitmore.

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