Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 520 New Year Reunion

By referring himself as the older cousin of my children, Luke made it clear he’d moved past what we once had.

Luke’s life had undergone a radical transformation since my rebirth a year ago. Where I once thought fate was unfair, I now see that karma keeps meticulous accounts of every debt.

His declining fortunes were a testament to this truth–what you owe must be paid back, and he was living proof. Though still alive, he was a mere shadow of his former self.

Not long after Luke left, Bolton Residence welcomed more guests.

I hadn’t expected them to visit. When Hugo informed me of the guests arriving in the courtyard, seeing Philippa brought tears to my eyes.

“Philippa.”

Philippa had regained her slim figure, looking remarkably youthful post–childbirth. Despite being 40, she appeared rejuvenated, like an older sister rather than a middle–aged woman.

She enveloped me in a hug, patting my back gently. “You scared me half to death!”

“Sorry, Philippa. I promised to be there for you during your delivery”

So much had happened that I couldn’t keep my promise.

Philippa stroked my hair. “As long as you’re okay, I’m relieved. They kept me in the dark; I only recently learned what you went through.”

She was thrilled to hear I was back and rushed over to see me.

Tears flowed down my cheeks. “I’m fine now. I’m sorry for worrying you. I heard you had twin boys; I haven’t seen them yet.”

Philippa blushed and cleared her throat. “The babies are too young to travel. Nicholas is at home taking care of them.”

Feeling a bit nosy, I asked, “Philippa, you chose Nicholas…

Before I could finish, Bill walked in, laden with bags.

I stood there, stunned. This love triangle hadn’t reached its conclusion?

Nicholas was home with the kids while Bill accompanied Philippa to see me. It seemed they had found a way to make things work.

oblivious to my thoughts, set down the bags and gave me a once–over. “You doing okay?”

he considered me his daughter, we hadn’t grown up together, so his concern lacked the depth of a father–daughter bond But I

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my ordeal. Their expressions–relieved and content- suggested that dwelling on who was with whom

you some local specialties.”

more lavish gifts like jewelry, typical of

“This is honey I made myself. I wanted to bring

laughed. It truly was a homely gift, and somehow, it

excessively pursued power and wealth, was now returning to

“Philippa, you must be exhausted from the trip. Come inside and

looked at Damian, and he nodded without needing further instruction. “Mrs. Chloe, I’ll

stored Bill’s gifts. Philippa was eager to see the

Mom, Dad! You came without telling me.

body, staying with me for half a month. She felt guilty, immersing herself in childcare during that time. In a way, she was half the mom of these babies; they

“Zoey.”

see me upon hearing

“Chloe.”

dashed over and hugged

hadn’t woken up, I wouldnt know what to

the New

“Okay, no tears. So, where are Rocky and Susie?”

‘Rocky‘ and ‘Susie‘ and we’re no longer

about it still gives

on, everything will be

grinned. “You’re right.”

go of me and ran to greet Bill and

patting her