Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 512 Even If I Shatter to Pieces, I Must See Them Again

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So many tears, so much sweat-why are my tears still overflowing, unstoppable, flooding my vision until I can see nothing at all?

My lips trembled as I murmured, "Ca-Carl."

I had never seen Carter so frantic, so desperate. He rushed to my side like a gust of wind.

Ignoring the wailing child beside him, he cupped my face, his voice filled with remorse. "Chloe, I'm sorry."

A layer of mist clouded his dark eyes, and a few scorching tears fell onto my face. I looked at him and told him, "Carl, the baby... There's still one more baby that hasn't been born yet ..."

Only then did he snap back to reality, turning to see the tiny infant lying in a pool of blood, umbilical cord still uncut.

"Chloe, don't be afraid. The doctor is on the way. You and the baby will be okay. The baby's already crowning, and the position is right. Just a little more effort!"

Behind him, Zoey barged in, cursing under her breath, followed by a trembling obstetrician fumbling with her instruments.

Fortunately, Carter had thought of every possible scenario. His meticulous planning was now proving to be invaluable.

Even Yael, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, had come. He looked at me with uncertainty. "Chloe, do you really not remember me?"

Zoey, seeing my current state, immediately covered his eyes with her hands.

"No peeking! Turn around. You're not allowed to look."

Yael grumbled, "But I-"

Before he could finish, Carter shot him a sharp, icy glare. "What exactly did you see?"

His bloodshot eyes still carried an unsettling, murderous intensity.

Even I felt a chill run through my body. Carter had lost so much weight, yet his presence had grown even more imposing.

His clothes were stained with blood from who-knows-where, his entire being exuding a cold, lethal aura. Yael swallowed his words and obediently turned away.

Meanwhile, Zoey had thrown herself beside me, her eyes red with tears. "My poor Chloe."

weak smile. "I'm not dead yet. Don't

felt an immense sense of relief, as

newfound strength.

cutting the umbilical cord and gently

took off her outer coat and wrapped the baby up

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just like Chloe! She's so strong, why

is that for a girl? She looks

eyes. "Are you

at the baby

forehead, his voice was soft but firm. Just a little more, Chloe.

teeth and nodded. "Yes. Soon...

his hand.

eyes, filled with guilt and remorse. He must have been torturing himself over

go to the airport that day? If I hadn't gone, none of

feel my pain, but he was willing to do

his guilt, I sank my teeth into

by bit, my teeth pressed into his flesh, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.

eyes, not even our children were as important as

filled the air. The doctor, overwhelmed with emotion, exclaimed, The baby's out! Mr. and Mrs. Bolton, your child

out a long breath of relief.

slipped into a deep,

again, floating in a place of utter

was no one here. No

/ just giving birth? But my belly was flat-no blood, no baby's cries Panic seized me. Was

Carter? Where

ran blindly in every direction,

been sealed inside a pitch-black box, the entire world reduced to nothing but my own

It was terrifying.

the sake of my children. I had once pleaded with the heavens to take

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