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.

grandmother. Now, I had to bury Jeffrey,

people who had loved me, guided me, made me feel like I belonged. Gone.

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

filled the house. Now, silence pressed in from every side. I looked up and saw Everett

in the air. A warmth, light and fleeting, brushed over me, like a

Of course, I saw nothing. But I knew.

grandson behind. He couldn't leave me behind. Not yet. Not before

the same kindness he had always carried. "Chloe, don't cry.

through trembling lips, "I'll

lifting a few strands of my

The

let go. He had truly left

sudden, piercing cries, their laughter

sprang into

rushed to prepare formula, and

the infants refused milk and

one of the nannies murmured. "They're not wet, and

pushing myself upright

obeyed, exchanging uncertain

"Tell

nanny frowned.

stuck. It took effort to force

eyes darting between

Perhaps, in their minds, grief had cursed

I waved them off.

"Yes, ma'am."

faces were blotchy with tears, their cries still hiccupping in their throats. I gave them the softest smile I could muster. "Don't cry. Grandpa's gone to

soon won over, and

not come for

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