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

Chapter 489 Thunderstorm Night

in the middle of the night, a deafening

open. Carter's soothing voice quickly followed, "Don't be

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out the shadows of trees swaying wildly, their movements eerie under the dim streetlights. The rain glistened like a shimmering net, falling relentlessly from the sky as if trying to ensnare the world

murmured, "Carl, was that

"It's pouring outside. Go back

lit up the sky, turning night into day for a fleeting

nestled closer

out the window with a pensive

to me, his voice gentle, "It's okay.

"Okay."

hands, muffling the thunder and lightning, creating

the heavy rain continued to fall, cleansing the world. In the dim yard below, blood trickled slowly,

me, it had improved my sleep like nothing

developed an unusual fondness for deep, uninterrupted

larger in these later stages,

him already gone from the bed. The room felt extra cozy now, thanks to the soft carpet layered throughout-it was like stepping on clouds. Even though my belly had not grown

floor, and the

eight months left until delivery, he had already

touched my belly. "Babies,

air was warming up, a soft breeze carrying the refreshing scent of rain and

nearby. "Good morning,

remembering how he had let Whitne

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eyes.

I had been furious,

failed, I slapped him

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

hitting you yesterday," I said

denial. "No, no! I failed your orders, so I deserved it.

response only made me feel

was such a good person-he deserved someone sweet to love. I

ready, Mrs. Bolton," Damian said,

"Alright," I replied.