Chapter 496 I'm Sick

Whitney's departure left me in a long period of gloom. I knew I should be happier now that I was pregnant, as it would benefit the baby's development, but some things are just beyond our control.

I followed the nutritionist's plan strictly, eating every meal with the right balance, and I didn't experience morning sickness anymore.

But every time I woke up, it felt like a part of my heart was missing. I had lost interest in everything, and my sleep hours were growing longer.

It seemed like I was sick, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was.

I started staying indoors, spending long hours at home, and rarely communicating with anyone. Carter became busier and busier.

I knew he was trying to spend all his free time with me. I didn't want to worry him, so I tried my best to act like it didn't bother me. I'd smile and make an effort to start conversations.

He would gently stroke my head, his eyes filled with affection, and I could tell something was wrong, but I couldn't figure out what it was. He was still so gentle, still loving me and the baby.

But he never mentioned Whitney again. That was a hole in my heart that no one could ever fill.

Whitney and Taylor's investigation had led to the dismantling of several key criminal hideouts, saving

many innocent people and convicting several criminals.

All the criminal strongholds in Snowville had been eliminated, and while the danger might return eventually, at least for now, no one else would suffer.

Such news didn't stir any interest in me. What did the lives of others matter to me?

When I died, no one was there to help me. Whitney's fate couldn't be changed, and my family was destroyed.

Who could save me?

This world is so terrible.

Carter went back to the study, and knowing how tired he was, I cut some fruit and brought it to him.

The door was open. I saw him looking troubled, speaking on the phone. I thought he had received news about Whitney, so I stayed by the door and listened for a while.

His voice was low and raspy. "Yes, her sickness has worsened again."

Sick? Who is sick?

lost interest in everything. Her memory loss has become more severe. Just tonight, she brought

Crash!

to

everywhere. Carter, hearing the noise, immediately hung up

hands just

him, my eyes full of

"No, you-"

you said. You said my illness is

and I asked, "What

in your hormone levels during pregnancy,

been troubling you, have caused changes both in your

really did bring

He nodded.

I had no memory

long has this been going

as bad. Half a month ago, the maid mentioned that you were starting to do strange things. When we'd talk, you'd repeat questions almost immediately. That's when I decided to consult a psychologist. You're still pregnant, so it's not

looked at him, my heart tightening without

there could be a risk of self-harm, or even

Harm the baby?

talking about? I want the baby so badly; how could I hurt my baby? By the way, Carl, we'll

asked, "Did I

already knew the baby's gender.

is ... "My voice trembled as I asked

and a

"That's great. Sorry, I'm just a little tired. I-I

stroking the back of my head. "Chloe, it's okay. Everyone gets sick. This isn't a terminal illness. You'll be fine

fine. I definitely

I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Carter wiped them away. "Chloe, listen to me. I'm here for you. You

how could I forget how big our baby

forgotten, Chloe.

over losing your sister. You've surrounded yourself with pain, built a shell to protect your heart, and shut out the world because you're afraid of being hurt again. This is your body's natural defense

patiently, but I was filled

looked at me intently and asked, "Do you want

transcends two lifetimes. I could

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