Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 518 Let’s Go Home

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In a panic, I was pulled back into my body. This body didn’t want to leave the world in such a manner. That’s why it had clung to life for months.

My soul had been inhabiting this body for a year now; we had begun to merge. When Everett fell, the maternal instincts of both the body and my soul kicked in simultaneously, and we fused once more.

I touched my face. I was finally back! After months of wandering as a spirit, I had come home.

Eager to find Carter, I removed the medical tubes and instruments connected to me. My mind was filled with images of him and our two sweet children. Overcome with excitement, I tried to get out of bed, but my legs gave out, and I fell onto the carpet. Then I remembered how long I had been asleep–it was normal that my legs had no strength yet.

Although Carter had been cleaning my body and face daily, it had still been months since I’d had an actual bath. Now that I was no longer a soul, but back in my physical body, I wanted to be clean and fresh when I saw my children again.

Bathing caused quite a stir. I was in a top–tier hospital room reserved for the direct descendants of the Boltons. The décor and amenities rivaled our home’s luxury. To prevent bedsores, Carter occasionally arranged baths for me. Because the bathroom was soundproof, the nurses had no idea I was in there while chaos erupted outside.

As I soaked in the tub, massaging my legs, Carter was probably imagining my burial site. By the time I finished, his world had collapsed. He likely thought he had to choose a prime spot for my final rest.

When I opened the bathroom door, I saw Carter kneeling on the floor.

I called out to him, “Carl.”

He looked at me, his eyes still raw and red.

I could react, he rushed at me like a whirlwind and pulled me into a crushing embrace. The familiar scent

been by his side as a spirit, I couldn’t feel his warmth or smell his scent then. Now, feeling his presence so vividly,

Chloe…” he

had created such an uproar. I assumed he was just overjoyed to

were both crying tears of happiness. The pain reminded

“Carl, I’m back.”

birth, I was covered in blood, too weak to say goodbye. Thankfully, fate gave

another chance.

his composure like never before. It broke my heart and made it ache for

518 Let’s

all that matters,”

Fl

the bed earlier, and my panic, my original self pulled me back. I think this experience made the body truly accept

No one can predict fate. But the fact that you’re still here is 1 best gift from above. Chloe, it’s New Year’s Day. You’ve

for the New Year. My legs aren’t fully recovered yet. We might need a wheelchair …

darkness on his face vanished

thinking about our two little treasures. They were so small. I used to poke at th with

Residence, Jeffrey was overwhelmed with joy. “Chloe’s

to have you home. Come see

how fond Jeffrey had become of both children over th months. Possibly because she was a girl, he

cry in his crib. Jeffrey would sternly say to him, “A man should have the resolve of a man. Crying for cuddles isn’t what a

How could he understand what being man meant?

arms, I noticed how much she resembled me but retained Zoey’s red birthmark on her forehead. She

with a sweet dimple, beautiful