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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 313

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Madeline watched her retreating back and let out a cold laugh.

The Sullivan family, Sienna... this was only the beginning.

...

At the same time, a black minivan slowly pulled into the Sullivan estate.

Sienna and Lucas stepped out of the car.

At her insistence, they had ultimately scrapped the plan to fly to France and returned to the city instead.

Arthur and Evelyn were already waiting at the door. Seeing their daughter return safely, Evelyn's tears instantly spilled over. She rushed forward and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

"Sienna, thank God you're safe. You're okay! You terrified me!"

"Mom, I'm fine," Sienna patted her mother's back, comforting her softly.

Arthur walked over to Lucas, clapping a heavy hand onto his shoulder with a solemn, deeply grateful expression. "Lucas, we owe you everything for this. The Sullivan family owes you a massive debt."

"You flatter me, Arthur. I only did what I had to do," Lucas replied.

Moving into the living room, the family sat down.

Sienna laid out her entire decision to her parents.

"Dad, Mom, I can't keep hiding." Her voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an unquestionable resolve. "Cillian's retaliation has already started. He ambushed Lucas's company. If I keep hiding, I'm only going to drag more people down."

"So, I've decided to stay. I am going to step out into the light, officially, as the artist K."

"He wants me, doesn't he? Then I'll show him exactly who I am now."

She was going to build her own empire—a force powerful enough to stand against all her enemies. Art was her weapon, and the identity of K was her armor.

Arthur and Evelyn exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes. But more importantly, they saw the fierce, burning light in their daughter's gaze.

Their daughter was no longer the submissive, long-suffering Sienna who took whatever the Gauthiers threw at her.

"Alright," Arthur finally nodded, his voice steady. "If you've made up your mind, your mother and I support you."

"The Sullivan family is your shield. No matter what happens, we face it together."

Empowered by her family's backing, warmth spread through Sienna's chest.

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