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.

blanket, I felt an unusual calm. I did not need

Chapter 489 Thunderstorm Night

of the night, a

eyes flew open. Carter's soothing voice quickly followed,

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under the dim streetlights. The rain glistened like a shimmering net, falling relentlessly from the sky as if trying to ensnare the world

I murmured, "Carl,

softly. "It's pouring outside. Go

the sky, turning

instinctively nestled closer to

gazed out the window with a pensive

back to me, his voice gentle, "It's

"Okay."

lightning,

to fall, cleansing the world. In

its quirks. For me, it had improved my sleep like nothing else. The doctor said it's normal-symptoms vary for

I had developed an unusual fondness for deep, uninterrupted

larger in these later stages, sleeping at night

with him already gone from the bed. The room felt extra cozy now, thanks to the soft carpet layered throughout-it was like stepping

floor, and the shower gel

delivery, he had

belly. "Babies, your

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

stood nearby. "Good

how he had let Whitne leave. He looked

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eyes.

time, I had been furious, repeatedly reminding him to ensure

I

it was not his fault. He was not defying me-he was following Carl's instructions. I shouldn't

sorry, Damian, for hitting

flushed with panic as he waved his hands in denial. "No, no! I failed your orders, so I deserved it. You did nothing wrong, Mrs. Bolton." This

genuine response only made me feel

was such a good person-he deserved someone sweet to

ready, Mrs. Bolton,"

"Alright," I replied.