He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 319

From the moment Lyla threw the acid to the second the white smoke rose, barely three seconds had passed.

It was only then that the entire venue descended into absolute chaos.

"Hurry! Get a doctor!"

"Grab that woman!"

The security team snapped out of their shock. Several guards charged the stage from the side wings, their dress shoes thundering against the wood.

They pinned the screaming Lyla hard against the floor. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face mashed into the stage, but she was still screeching.

"You all deserve to die! You all deserve it!"

Her voice no longer sounded human. It was a piercing, animalistic shriek, spat through her teeth along with flecks of saliva.

Arthur and Lucas had already rushed the stage, knocking over chairs in their frantic path.

"Sienna! Are you okay?"

"Her arm! Her arm is hit!"

Lucas grabbed her wrist, his eyes locked onto her burning skin. His voice held a panicked, unhinged edge Sienna had never heard before.

Yet, down on the floor, one man had turned completely to stone.

Grant stood frozen in place.

His eyes weren't on the screaming crowd.

They weren't on the pinned Lyla.

And they certainly weren't on the masterpiece that had nearly been destroyed.

His entire soul was violently nailed to the figure of Sienna standing in the center of the stage.

That short, suppressed gasp of agony just now...

It was so intimately familiar that it made his heart stop dead in his chest.

And right now, watching her endure the excruciating pain—using her left hand to fiercely grip her injured right arm just above the elbow...

A bomb went off in his brain.

Every sound in the room vanished.

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