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.

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

Chapter 489 Thunderstorm Night

night, a deafening roar shattered

my eyes flew open. Carter's soothing

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wildly, their movements eerie under

murmured, "Carl, was that

"It's pouring outside. Go

the sky, turning night into day

instinctively nestled closer

gazed out the window with a

back to me, his

"Okay."

the thunder and lightning, creating a cocoon of safety that lulled me back

world. In the dim

improved my sleep like nothing else. The doctor said it's normal-symptoms

developed an unusual fondness for deep, uninterrupted

my belly grew larger in these later stages, sleeping at night became

the soft carpet layered throughout-it was like stepping on clouds. Even though my belly had

the bathroom floor, and the shower gel was conveniently placed

until delivery,

my belly. "Babies, your dad is

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

stood nearby. "Good

at him remembering how he had let Whitne leave. He looked visibly guilty now avoiding

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eyes.

been furious, repeatedly reminding him

failed, I slapped

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

Damian, for hitting you yesterday," I said

face flushed with panic as he waved his hands in denial. "No, no! I failed your orders, so I deserved it. You did

response only made

was such a good person-he deserved someone sweet to

ready, Mrs. Bolton," Damian said,

"Alright," I replied.