Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 476 The Dead Won't Know

Before I had a chance to respond, Whitney's sharp eyes shifted directly to Alisa's face.

Alisa settled beside me, gently holding my hand. "I've noticed you haven't been eating much lately. Grandpa and Uncle Carter are so worried about you they probably already figured it out. There's no need to feel shy about it. When I was pregnant, I went through the same thing. At first, I didn't feel anything, but soon after, I was nauseous every single day. Thankfully, things improved after the first three months." "Yeah, I can barely handle oily food these days. I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," I said, politely refusing.

Other than Jeffrey, Carter, and Whitney, there was no one else I trusted.

The food I ate was carefully prepared by a chef Carter had hired, so I used the excuse of pregnancy to turn down Alisa's offer.

Alisa asked eagerly, "How many months along are you? My baby will have someone to play with once they arrive!"

"It's still a bit early," I replied.

Alisa beamed with joy. "It's incredible how things work out. When you were with my brother, I always thought he didn't deserve you. Now, you're not just my sister-in-law-you're family. It feels like fate brought us together." "That's true."

"Since you're a first-time mom, you might not know everything. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Oh, and I'll bring you some oil later."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What oil?"

"It's to help avoid stretch marks. Think about it-you're still young and stunning. If you get pregnant and end up with marks everywhere, it could look unpleasant. It might even affect how close you are to your partner. Men are more visual than they admit. They may say they don't mind, but they do deep down."

I gave a small smile and said, "Alright, I'll trust you on that."

"We're family after all."

Once she left, Whitney carefully moved the chicken soup aside. "Chloe, you shouldn't drink that."

I nodded. "I know."

In this situation, I wasn't about to risk drinking something I wasn't sure about.

Soon enough, Alisa had someone bring over a bunch of items.

I pretended to be tired and asked for some rest, and Alisa didn't press the issue.

Once the door was closed, I took a quick look at what she had sent-pregnancy skincare products, essential oils, and a few parenting books.

"Make sure these skincare products are tested for any problems."

"Got it, Chloe."

sunset. "How

My appetite's still off, but I'm throwing up less and managed to eat

Alisa sent over some skincare products. I've already given them to

"Alright."

on. "Any updates

no sign of her entering or

an easy route, she could have come in

discovered some new clues, and the injuries on his body were

A surgical knife?

name popped into my head. "Luther! He's an orthopedic surgeon. He mentioned performing surgery that night-could it have been

been around both Whitney and me on several occasions, which was suspicious in

the hospital's surveillance footage. Luther did indeed perform a surgery that night, but the timing doesn't add up. His surgery was only ten minutes apart from the victim's time of death. Ten minutes isn't enough for him to travel

Could it actually

at the scene, it seems

Not Taylor, not Luther.

truly

all this trouble just to send

it. Just stay home and focus on the baby. I've already assigned

world may be big, but nothing is more important than our

buzzed, and he glanced

with the skincare products. The ingredients are all normal, no problems." "I was being

gently caressed

with that. You need to

and said, "I trust

there was still no word about Wisteria. Carter had stationed multiple

pay her

vanished, like a mouse hiding deep underground,

she was caught, I couldn't shake the unease in my

improve, and my face looked a little fuller. Whitney, however, was a different story. She was

Carter for news, her hope

for me to watch the growing disappointment in her eyes. Whitney had always been delicate, and now she seemed even more fragile. With each day that passed, the likelihood of anyone surviving at Carlyns

might have been lost at sea, but she

I drifted off to sleep, but the heavy

still working in

caught up in a video conference.

let out a sigh.

on the affairs of Boltons and was sorting