Even After Her Death

Chapter 468: Luther Again

“I’m pregnant.” Two men turned to look at me.

“You’re pregnant?” they both said in unison. Many waiting patients in the gynecology clinic turned to stare. For a moment, everyone’s attention was on us. After all, Carter and Luke were both very handsome. People who didn’t know us might think I had two men, and they couldn’t help but scrutinize us. I quickly pulled Carter away.

It was clear neither man had fully processed the news. Carter only knew I’d visited the small town and learned the truth, but he didn’t know I’d taken the special medicine. He was shocked by the pregnancy announcement.

I threw myself into Carter’s arms, overwhelmed with joy and tears. “Carter, I’m finally pregnant! We’re going to have a baby!”

How could Carter not be happy? He was so overjoyed he didn’t know what to say. He bent down and held me tightly. “Chloe, my sweet Chloe.”

I felt warm tears falling on my neck and quickly looked up—he was crying. This was a side of Carter I’d never seen before. I reached up to gently touch his face, trying to calm him and tell him not to cry. But I couldn’t hold back my own tears of joy. A million emotions choked me, and all I could do was say, “We’re having a baby. We’re finally having a baby.”

Luke stood to the side, staring at us in a daze. His face was clouded with sadness. Perhaps he was reminded of the past—when he was with Wisteria, and I was pregnant with his child. He’d pushed me to the ground and ended our baby’s life with his own hands. Today, Carter’s reaction was the complete opposite of Luke’s back then. How could he not feel sad?

Carter swept me up in his arms, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Darling, you’re amazing.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Put me down, I’m fine.”

“The first three months are crucial. We need to be careful.”

“There’s no need to be so cautious. The doctor said I was in great health, and the baby’s fine. In two weeks…”

“Still, you need to be careful.”

He carried me to the car while Luke quietly got into the back. Carter held my hand firmly. His eyes were filled with such warmth and affection that it felt like they could drown me. He treated me like a fragile piece of porcelain, afraid I would shatter if he wasn’t careful. The news of our baby cleared away the dark cloud that had loomed over us for so long.

Back at the Bolton Residence, I was eager to share this joyful news with Jeffrey. As soon as we stepped out of the car, I noticed Alisa with a slightly rounded belly. Oh, it had been so long since I last saw Alisa that I almost forgot how deeply she felt for Luke.

“Uncle Carter, Aunt Zoey,” she greeted us politely.

I looked at her gently rounded belly, and because I was also pregnant, I felt an unexpected sense of warmth and connection.

“How far along are you?”

“Almost five months.” She softly rubbed her belly. “The doctor says it’s a girl.”

“Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I’m happy either way. Can I touch her?”

“Of course! I’ve already felt some strong movements. In another two weeks, we’ll be able to do the 4D ultrasound and see the baby’s face.”

In the past, my baby left before I could feel any movement, so this felt especially surreal. Soon, my own baby would be doing the same. I bent down and gently placed my hand on her belly. At this moment, the feeling of motherhood was undeniable. On the outside, it was hard to see, but there was this soft, almost ethereal feeling. It felt like there was a little fish swimming around in the amniotic fluid. My heart melted.

“I think I can really feel her moving.”

Alisa smiled gently. “Aunt Zoey, once you have your baby, you’ll feel it more clearly.”

Because of my past experiences, I didn’t want to reveal the news of my pregnancy yet. Even though she was part of the Boltons, it’s always wise to be cautious. I nodded, exchanged a few words with her, and then made my way over to Jeffrey.

Alisa eagerly approached Luke, but he seemed distant, his attitude cold and detached toward her. I couldn’t help but shake my head. He had never known how to appreciate what was right in front of him, which was why he kept letting things slip away.

I quietly shared this with Jeffrey, who, though happy, maintained a calm expression.

“Chloe, has anyone else found out about the baby?”

I shook my head. “For now, only Carter, Luke, and I know.”

“That’s good. We can’t let the wrong people find out about this.”

I understood exactly what he meant. There had always been people keeping a close eye on the Boltons, both openly and secretly. Now that I was carrying the Boltons’ child, I feared I might become a target as well.

“Yeah, but what about the baby Alisa’s expecting?”

“I brought her here to rest and protect the baby. No matter what happens between her and Luke, the child in her womb will always be part of the Boltons. There can’t be any accidents. You also need to be extra careful, understand?”

“I understand.”

After having dinner with Jeffrey, we left. Thinking about the finance class Whitney had signed up for, I realized it was about time to leave.

“Carter, let’s pick up Whitney on the way.”

“Alright, but are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Don’t worry, I feel fine for now. Whitney just left the Carlyns, and she doesn’t have any friends in this city. I want to spend more time with her. It’s her first day of school, and I’m worried someone might pick on her.”

We headed to the school. This finance academy catered to an elite clientele. The high tuition fees alone filtered out ordinary people. In addition to some prestigious professors, they also invited financial experts to give lectures. As a result, many young people from affluent families enrolled in these classes to improve their skills, while some professionals took them to expand their networks. Someone like Whitney, who didn’t study in the traditional school system, was a rare case. The real world could be complicated, unlike the simplicity of student life. I worried that my sister would suffer, which was why I came to take a look.

The class wasn’t over yet, but Whitney was focused and taking notes attentively. There was a man sitting next to her, wearing black-framed glasses, who kept eyeing her. The way he looked at her made my skin crawl. It was the kind of look that measured her worth.

Sure enough, as soon as class ended and Whitney was about to leave, the man stepped forward.

“Hey, Whitney, let’s exchange contact information.”

Whitney replied calmly, “I don’t have a phone.”

“Come on, don’t be so rude. We’re all here to broaden our networks, right? I’m—”

“I’m not interested in what you do.”

Whitney turned to leave, but the man grabbed her shoulder. “Wait.”

A wave of anger surged inside me. Where was Damian? Someone needed to knock this guy out! As I scanned the area for Damian, a deep male voice suddenly rang out, “Let her go.” The voice sounded so familiar. I looked up, and a tall figure came into view.

Luther? How was it him? This was too much of a coincidence. First at school during the day, and now here.

The guy with the glasses glared at Luther. “Who are you? I spotted this girl first, so if you don’t want trouble, get lost!”

Whitney gave him a dismissive look, clearly uninterested in him, and even less interested in Luther. She turned and started to walk away. I whispered to myself, “How could it be him?”