Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 525

Chapter 525 Farewell A weight settled in my chest, cold and crushing. I could not wait any longer-I had to call Carter.

The phone rang. Then, at last, his voice came through, rough, and weary. "Chloe."

I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. "Dad, he ... "

Carter's silence stretched before he forced the words out. "He's gone."

The phone slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

I had known this moment would come. Jeffrey prepared everything, leaving no loose ends. The signs were there. The outcome had always been certain.

But knowing and accepting were two different things.

The finality of it struck like a blade, sharp and merciless.

I dropped to my knees, my hands covering my face. Sobs broke free, and tears spilled between my fingers. My whole body shook.

He had been a good man. A pillar of quiet strength. For 20 years, he had stood in my life like an unwavering presence, and I had come to love him as a grandfather.

If he had stayed-weak, frail, bound to a hospital bed—it wouldn't have mattered.

He still would have been here. There would have been someone to visit, someone to miss.

Now, he was gone, and with him, the last thread holding the Boltons together had begun to fray.

"Jeffrey, why did it have to be this way?"

His health had failed him, but medicine had come so far. The Boltons had wealth,

power, and connections. They could have kept him here a little longer.

But Carter had been right. No one could hold back a man who had already chosen to go.

buried my grandmother. Now, I had to bury

people who had loved me, guided me, made me feel

voice gentle. "Ma'am, the master left strict instructions. You

and saw

fleeting, brushed over me, like a hand resting

for him. Of course, I saw nothing. But I

leave me behind. Not yet. Not before he made sure

he was smiling, his voice filled with the same kindness he had always carried. "Chloe, don't cry. I'm only going where she

throat, and I whispered through trembling lips, "I'll

lifting a few strands of my hair before fading into

The house remained as it

He had let go. He

twins let out sudden, piercing cries, their laughter vanishing as if snatched away by

nannies sprang into

to prepare formula, and the

and comfort alike. Their

nannies murmured. "They're not wet, and they just ate. Could they be sick? Should we call the

from my face, pushing myself

but obeyed, exchanging

came weakly. "Tell the butler to

older nanny frowned. "For what,

took

women stiffened, eyes darting between me and the

arms. Perhaps, in their minds, grief had cursed

patience for questions. I waved them off. "Just

"Yes, ma'am."

still hiccupping in their throats. I gave them the softest smile I

too little to understand. Their exhaustion soon won over, and their breathing evened into

sleep did not come for

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