Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 489 Thunderstorm Night

After leaving Jeffrey's room, I followed Carter back to ours. As he closed the door behind us, I asked, "What's really going on? Are you and Dad planning something?" Carter cupped my face gently. "There's nothing for you to worry about. Dad just said that pregnant women shouldn't stay up late. Go take a shower and rest." "But..."

Before I could finish, he led me toward the bathroom. "Carl, I'm not at the point where I can't take care of myself. I can manage a shower."

"Fine," he said, relenting slightly. "But tomorrow, I'll have Damian add an extra layer of non-slip mats in the bathroom and put a carpet in the bedroom. It's better to be cautious." Though it seemed a little much, I knew he was just being thoughtful, so I did not argue. "Okay."

"Be careful when you get up after your shower," he added.

"I know, Honey."

I stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "I'll be careful, but if there's any news from Whitney, you have to tell

me right away."

"I will," he promised.

As he stepped out, I realized he had skillfully avoided answering my question.

What exactly had Jeffrey meant earlier? Were they planning something involving Alisa?

Recently, I spent most of my time with Whitney during her treatment at Sergio's. What had they been up to at home?

!!

Maybe Carter did not want to tell me because he was afraid I would stress over it.

And honestly, what could I do right now? I wasn't in a position to help-I'd only end up being a burden. For now, I decided to listen to Carter and get some rest

The night stretched wide and endless, yet it seemed no one had a child as big as mine.

After my shower, I felt refreshed.

A cool breeze swept into the room, making the curtains flutter wildly

I walked toward the window, my nightgown swaying gently with the breeze.

I glanced at the yard below. Everything seemed normal nothing out of the ordinary.

Shaking my head, I dismissed my thoughts as overthinking.

under the blanket, I felt an unusual calm. I did not need a psychologist anymore-insomnia would

Chapter 489 Thunderstorm Night

the middle of the night, a deafening roar shattered

soothing voice quickly followed,

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their movements eerie under the dim streetlights.

hoarse, I murmured, "Carl,

he replied softly. "It's pouring outside. Go back to

lightning lit up the sky, turning night

nestled closer

window with a pensive

to me, his voice gentle,

"Okay."

covered my ears with his hands, muffling the thunder and lightning, creating a cocoon of safety that lulled

rain continued to fall, cleansing the world. In

improved my sleep like nothing else. The doctor

unusual fondness for

these later

felt extra cozy now, thanks to the soft carpet layered throughout-it was like stepping on clouds. Even

the

delivery, he had already prepared for

my belly. "Babies, your dad

ready, I opened the door and stepped out The April air was warming up, a soft breeze carrying

"Good

him remembering how he had let Whitne

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eyes.

been furious, repeatedly reminding him to ensure

failed, I slapped

defying me-he was following Carl's instructions. I shouldn't have taken my anger

Damian, for hitting you

with panic as he waved his hands in denial. "No, no! I failed

made me feel

to love. I couldn't let him grow old alone,

Mrs. Bolton," Damian said, breaking the

"Alright," I replied.