Chapter 487 Behind My Back

I couldn't bring myself to ask the doctor about the results. Instead, I grabbed a tissue and wiped the ultrasound gel from my stomach, quickly adjusting my shirt before heading out of the room.

Damian appeared in the hallway, his face full of regret. "Ma'am, Ms. Sander ... she's gone."

I stopped, barely whispering, "You mean she ... ran away?"

Damian stiffened under my gaze.

He wasn't a man who lied easily, though his honesty didn't make him any better at covering it up.

I walked toward him slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his. "Look down," I said, my voice hard. Though I stood in flat shoes, he seemed like a giant towering over me.

Damian lowered his head, and I slapped him across the face. "Don't think you can fool me, Damian" He mumbled a soft apology, eyes still cast down. "Sorry, ma'am."

I could never bring myself to strike Carter, but Damian? He was different. He had lied, and that was something I couldn't ignore.

If Carter hadn't been behind this, Whitney couldn't have escaped that easily.

They had all schemed behind my back.

"Chloe," Carter's voice drifted in from behind me.

I didn't even acknowledge him. Instead, I turned and went back into the ultrasound room, slamming the door shut, leaving Carter outside.

It was likely too late to chase Whitney. I suspected Carter had already arranged everything for her escape.

The doctor pushed her glasses up nervously and handed me the report. "Mrs. Bolton, here's your checkup result."

"Thank you."

I took the paper, and my heart stopped when I saw the words, "Intrauterine early pregnancy, twins." Twins. I was pregnant with twins.

"Doctor, are you telling me I'm having twins?" My voice trembled, and before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed his hand, tears welling up uncontrollably.

"Yes, Mrs. Bolton. It's true. Not only are you having twins, but both babies are healthy. Their heartbeats and development look normal. If you and Mr. Bolton wish, you can return in a few weeks to find out the babies' genders."

The gender didn't matter. I had two healthy babies. That was enough for me.

enough for

I

me to a chair. "Mrs. Bolton, you need to stay calm. Your

urging me to wipe away my

moment, Carter entered the room. Seeing me upset and the doctor offering comfort, he immediately sensed something

and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Don't cry.

up at him through blurred vision. "Carl, the

eyes deepened. "What happened? Is the baby

it's twins," I stammered, my

report in my hands. He gripped it tighter, his emotions

usually composed face showed his shock. "We're

down my face. Without thinking, I reached

incredible,"

one," I replied, the words

nearby, her eyes flicking between us. She probably hadn't expected this moment to unfold like it

away gently, realizing the

doctor looked like she had intruded on something private. When our eyes met,

Bolton, please continue. I didn't

cleared his throat, his expression returning to calm.

Bolton, there's no need to worry. The babies are healthy," she reassured

"And my wife?"

all of Mrs. Bolton's health

you," Carter replied, his

from him again, but his grip on my hand

were in the car, Carter gently placed my hand on his face as the door clicked shut. "Chloe, if you're angry, hit me. Don't

chest lightly. "Carter, you jerk! You knew Whitney was my only family, and you let her take that risk! What if something

his voice soft, "I'm sorry, Chloe. I couldn't stop

exasperated. "No one else would do

let go than

you keep her close, she'll always find a way to escape. Instead of forcing her to stay, why not offer her protection in a way that still gives her freedom? She's

до

organization works, and she's

taking care

thing is, Luther has feelings for

of my hair behind my ear. "If I'm not mistaken, Taylor has already made a deal with the police. He's been working undercover pretending to be an initiate to gather evidence. Once he has it, he'll alert

like a flawless plan, doesn't it?" I muttered, doubt clear

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