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?

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

Crash!

fruit plate in my hands fell to

Carter, hearing the noise, immediately hung up and ran

hands just

my eyes full of

"No, you-"

You said my illness

and I asked,

Don't worry. Changes in your hormone levels during pregnancy,

impact of Whitney's incident, along with everything else that's been troubling you, have caused changes both in

spoke softly, "So I really did

He nodded.

had no memory of

this been

off the cliff. At first, it wasn't 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

my heart tightening without

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

Harm the baby?

I want the baby so badly; how could I hurt my baby? By

asked, "Did I

already knew the baby's gender. Did

is ... "My voice trembled

and

just

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

fine. I definitely

I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Carter wiped them away. "Chloe, listen to

could I forget

forgotten,

surrounded yourself with pain, built a shell to protect your heart, and shut out the

filled

looked at me intently and asked,

two lifetimes. I could never forget you."

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