Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Even after Her Death

Chapter 482 Insane Goal

70%

Finished

Whitney's greatest regret after leaving the island was not saying a proper goodbye to Taylor.

She had left without parting on better terms, and that choice weighed heavily on her heart.

When she first heard the news of his death, the sorrow consumed her. Now, knowing he was alive, she refused to let herself carry that kind of regret again. Taylor leaned forward, his head bowed as his hands tightened slowly around her waist.

This time, his voice held nothing back. It was his own, steady and sincere concern. "Take care of yourself, alright? Don't give me any reason to worry." Whitney's fingers clung to his shirt, trembling as her tears fell unchecked. Her response was barely above whisper, "I will."

He released her gently and placed a hand on her face, wiping away the tears.

Her small face seemed almost fragile in his palm, the contrast undeniable.

His gaze lingered with unspoken grief. "You've lost weight again. You need to eat well, stay healthy, and live your life fully."

Her tears wouldn't stop. Even as he wiped them away, more streamed down. She looked up at him, her voice breaking. "And what about you?"

"I still have a job to do."

He took a necklace of multicolored threads from his pocket and placed it carefully around her neck. "I made sure to get you this charm. Keep it on. Don't take it off." Through her tears, she managed a small, broken laugh. You, of all people, believing in something like this?"

"If it means you'll be safe, then yes. I'll believe in every god and bow to every statue, no matter where I find one." His voice softened further. "Whitney, I have to leave."

"Taylor," she called, desperation lacing her words. "Don you dare die. You owe me your whole life."

He rested a hand lightly on her head, offering a gentle smile that barely masked his pain. "I'll remember that."

Reluctantly, Whitney's hands let go of his shirt, though her eyes betrayed the worry she felt.

Taylor adjusted his coat and walked toward me. His voice lowered as he spoke. "Keep an eye on Alisa."

Then, with a stethoscope in hand, he stepped toward the door. His tone grew louder, more professional. "Mrs. Bolton, Ms. Sander will need rest over the next few days. Make sure she avoids drafts, sticks to light meals, and doesn't push herself too hard." "Thank you, Dr. Mervin," I replied. "If we need anything else, I'll contact you."

He nodded once. "Of course."

1/4

11:18 Tue, Feb 4 GU.

Chapter 482 Insane Goal

up his

70%

Finished

entered Whitney's room, shutting the door behind me. From the corner of my eye, I caught Alisa standing near the window, her gaze fixed on

her hands and face against the glass, watching

have felt her eyes on him, but this time, he didn't turn

motives remained shrouded in doubt, yet there was no escaping the feeling that she

silence, especially about

followed him relentlessly on barefoot from her room to the balcony. The sorrow in her gaze

my heart heavy with understanding. Twenty years of shared life, whether as

me of the fish and the water-two entities

dry land gasping to breath, it would

דיי

I called gently, "don't forget what he said. Your fever just broke. You

before

and lay down, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the threads of the necklace that now

above a whisper when she asked, "I'm pathetic, aren't I? He's the one who

И

side, we'd be the villains. Instead of dwelling on the past, focus on living in the

eyes brimmed with uncertainty. "He'll be fine,

met her gaze firmly. "He will. He's in the shadows now while

replacing her earlier

"Are

use me to lure him out. My illness only

2/4

Tue, Feb

Chapter 482 Insane Goal

84 3 70%

6+70% Finished

with grief. We need them to

resolve brought a small smile to my lips.

exhaustion. "Sis, is that therapist really as handsome as you

"Absolutely."

laugh, a small reprieve in the midst

longer, I finally stepped out of the room. Alisa appeared from the hallway, her expression carefully composed. "Aunt Chloe,"

said, my tone even. "She got caught in the rain a couple of nights ago, came down with a

Maybe I should check on her," Alisa offered

stay away. Besides, her illness isn't something you can

her curiosity growing. "What do you

very dear to her passed away. It's the kind of pain that medicine can't

she's been so quiet lately," Alisa murmured. "Poor thing. She's already skin and bones-it must be taking

we spoke, Luke