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.

ago, I buried my grandmother.

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

strict instructions. You

saw Everett

warmth, light and fleeting, brushed over me, like a

face, searching for him. Of course, I saw nothing. But I knew. He had come

leave me behind. Not yet. Not before

with the same kindness he had always carried. "Chloe, don't cry. I'm only going

whispered through trembling lips, "I'll take

air, lifting a few strands of my hair

curtains shifted, then settled. The

had let go. He had

sudden, piercing cries, their laughter vanishing as if snatched away by unseen

nannies sprang

to prepare formula, and the other checked

infants refused milk and comfort alike. Their wailing only

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

from my face, pushing myself upright with

obeyed, exchanging uncertain

voice came weakly. "Tell the butler

older nanny frowned. "For what,

parted, but the words stuck. It took

eyes darting between me

their minds, grief had

had no patience for questions. I waved them

"Yes, ma'am."

faces were blotchy with tears, their cries still hiccupping in their throats. I gave them the

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

not come for

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