He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 93

Lyla's face drained of all color. She bit her lip, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.

Grant's expression darkened completely.

"Eleanor! Do you have to speak so viciously? What exactly did Lyla do wrong?"

"What did she do wrong?" Eleanor glared at him. "Her biggest mistake was drawing breath!"

"Because of her, you've put your wife through absolute hell! You've ruined the Gauthier family's century-old reputation!"

"And now you ask me what she did wrong? Grant Gauthier, did all your education and upbringing get thrown to the dogs?"

Grant turned pale, then flushed, humiliated by the dressing-down.

Growing up, his grandmother had always favored him the most. She had never spoken a harsh word to him.

But ever since Sienna married into the family, everything had changed.

His grandmother's heart had completely shifted to that woman.

It was like this at the birthday banquet, and it was still like this now.

Lyla stepped forward, speaking timidly, "Eleanor, I genuinely wanted to come see how you were doing... I know you're angry about what happened online, but that really had nothing to do with Grant. It was all..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her wide, watery eyes darted toward Sienna.

The implication was obvious: it was all Sienna's fault.

Smack!

A sharp, resounding slap echoed without warning through the massive living room.

Everyone froze.

The air seemed to solidify in that instant.

No one dared to breathe.

As Eleanor grew increasingly enraged, Sienna remained quietly standing to the side like an outsider, coldly watching the circus unfold.

Her silence was more piercing than any accusation, stabbing right into Grant's chest.

"Sienna Sawyer, don't think I don't know you've been whispering in my grandmother's ear, using her to humiliate Lyla."

"Watching my family tear each other apart over you, watching the Gauthiers become the laughingstock of the city—you must be thrilled right now, aren't you?!"

Sienna didn't even bother lifting an eyelid.

She just found it incredibly noisy.

"Shut up!" Eleanor was seeing black spots from rage, her finger trembling as she pointed at Grant.

"You unfilial brat! Sienna is your wife! You're blaming her just to defend a homewrecker? Where is your conscience!"

"My conscience?" Grant scoffed as if he'd just heard a joke. He looked at the glaring red mark on Lyla's cheek.