Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 521 I'm Not Alone Anymore After everything I had been through, teetering on the brink of life and death several times, the headquarters of that sinister organization had been almost entirely dismantled. The last time that desperate couple sought out Sergio, it was clear they were at their wits' end.

Most of the resentment I had harbored had dissipated over time. While the Sander family was indeed deplorable, they had faced substantial consequences and seemed genuinely remorseful.

Josh now had his prosthetic leg, hidden beneath dress pants in the car, making his injury unnoticeable. Greg, carrying several bags, approached cautiously. "Mrs. Bolton, this is a small token from us. Fresh eggs from our chickens and vegetables from Mom's garden. You've just given birth and recently awoken, so you need nourishment for your recovery.

"I know you lack for nothing now, but this is the least we can do."

Seeing their timid demeanor, I felt a lump in my throat, unable to fully articulate my emotions.

Carter took the items from Greg, speaking up, "Since you're here, stay for a meal."

Kate glanced at me briefly before shaking her head. "No, no, we'll head home. We just wanted to see that Mrs. Bolton is well."

The drastic changes over the past year had been a severe blow to the Sander family. They had become humble and fearful, a far cry from their once arrogant selves.

Though I had every reason to sever ties with them, I found myself saying, "Since you're here, stay for dinner."

"Really?" Kate's eyes lit up. "I heard you had twins. I brought these for them."

She reached into the car, but Josh stopped her. "You don't need to show those things."

Curious, I watched as Kate pulled out hand-knitted blankets, balls of yarn, and charming knitted dolls. There were many handcrafted toys, little knives, and miniature car models.

Josh used to make for me when

but Josh insisted homemade is safer. Less chemicals and toxins, you know? He and Greg made all these. "Chloe, I know you might never forgive us, but at least don't reject our goodwill toward you and your children. Our only wish is

a chord. I was the victim, yet they had

hadn't fared well. There

bag from her. "Thank you. I

tense expression softened.

her

playing with Everly, lifting her high. "Susie, did you miss your godmother?" Philippa gently chided, "Zoey, don't play rough. Everly's only three months old; she's still very fragile." Bill, holding Everett, said, "Hold the baby like this. You'll need the practice for when you have your own."

"You little rascal, you nearly cost Mommy her life. You better be good to her

to

softened stance,

now felt rough against mine. I studied

... how

children, then Whitney, and dealing with my disappearances

"Seeing you alive is all

eyed the Sanders warily. Their history with

are you doing

recalled their childish

in a streaking dare. Overa year had passed since then,