Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 486

Sergio offered his hand. "Mr. Bolton, it's a pleasure."

Both men stood tall, but Carter's presence radiated the ease of someone accustomed to command. Sergio, on the other hand, carried himself with an undeniable intensity.

Their handshake, simple at first, felt more like a charged meeting between two powerful figures as if the slightest spark could ignite a confrontation.

As they pulled away, I noticed Sergio's lack of interest in Carter.

"I have matters to attend to. Mr. Bolton, please make yourself at home."

Though Sergio maintained a cool exterior, he always made an effort to personally welcome me, offering snacks, fruit, and drinks.

Yet, with Carter, there was no hospitality, no attempt to mask the tension.

I tried to smooth things over, "Carl, don't take it personally. Dr. Zimmer's just ... well, he's not the most open person."

Carter didn't reply, though his eyes spoke volumes.

Once Whitney's session ended, I walked to Sergio's office to say goodbye. He was wiping his hands again with a wet wipe, each motion slow and deliberate.

"Um ... I'll head out now," I said, unsure how to respond to his strange behavior.

Without looking up, he dropped the wipe in the trash. "Alright."

I turned and left, trying to convince myself that it was just his need for cleanliness and not anything personal toward Carter.

The car ride felt tense, and Whitney broke the silence, "The academy is hosting an event soon, Chloe."

"What kind of event?"

"A student exchange for top performers."

Carter and I exchanged a glance. This event was held a few times each year, advertised as a chance for students to network and gain career opportunities. But every time, a few students left for the event and never came back.

After Carter looked into it, we discovered that some of those students had disappeared into a web of black-market dealings and financial fraud.

This was Taylor's chance to move.

It was an inside operation. If we could get evidence at the event, it would be the perfect moment to dismantle everything.

"You'll need senior membership for this event, right? You're a junior member. You probably won't be able to go ... "

"Luther said he could get me in."

My heart skipped a beat. "No, you can't go."

This was clearly a trap. I didn't know what Luther's real goal was, but Whitney had barely escaped the organization. If anything went wrong now, I couldn't bear to think of it.

I took a deep breath and tried to explain. "Whitney, we think Luther's been trying to use you to confirm whether the Carlyns are really gone. If you go to that event, it might ruin Taylor's perfect chance to act. We could make things worse."

Whitney kept her head down, not meeting my eyes. She twirled her fingers nervously, and when she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I know you're trying to protect me. But I can't just sit back while he risks everything on his own. I'm not reckless. I've got a plan."

I frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Luther likes me."

My heart skipped. That wasn't the answer I'd expected. "Really?"

She nodded, looking up at me with a hint of resolve. "I'm a woman. Sometimes, all it takes is a look. Luther's part of the same group. We should've known each other, but I forgot that part of my past. He hasn't, though. He's been trying to help me remember."

Her words struck a chord. It made sense, like how I'd noticed Sergio's odd behavior toward me. I'd drawn lines with him right away. And now, I had to do the same for Whitney.

"But Whitney, even if Luther likes you, I can't let you go. He invited you, but it's obvious he wants to take you away from us. Once you're out there, we won't be able to find you."

I gripped her hands, my voice firm, "We've been apart for 20 years. I've finally found you. You can call me selfish if you want, but I'm not letting you go. Taylor's life doesn't matter as much as yours."

She blinked, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Chloe ... "

"You don't have to say anything more. Stay with the Boltons for now. I'm not letting you leave. I know Taylor agrees with me. He wouldn't want me sending you into Luther's arms."

For the first time, I took on the role of the overprotective older sister.

Whitney was all I had left. I couldn't lose her now.

She looked at Carter, her eyes pleading. "Carter, you understand, right?"

Carter, always calm and steady, met her gaze. "Listen to your sister."

Though medical advancements are strong, no doctor can guarantee everything will be perfect.

We had felt powerless before, but today things weren't as bad.

Still, my greatest concern was Whitney.

"Carl, I don't think Whitney will give up. We need to watch her closely. She can't take any more chances."

"Don't worry about it for now. You've got your checkup tomorrow. Just rest tonight."

"Okay."

That night, sleep eluded me. The following day's checkup was crucial. It would focus on the baby's heartbeat and overall progress.

The memory of my previous loss weighed heavily on me, making me fear that something might go wrong again.

As I prepared to leave the next morning, I found Whitney sitting at the kitchen table, eating her breakfast. She glanced up at me and said, " I'll go with you."

I shook my head. "No, Carl's coming along. You should stay home and rest."

Her hand reached out to mine, her concern evident. "Are you sure? I'm worried about him, but I'm more worried about you—especially now. Let me be there with you. I want to share every moment, every surprise."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't keep her away. "Alright, but don't wander off."

To keep her from getting distracted, I made sure Damian would watch over her closely while we were in the ultrasound room.

Once inside, I lay back, and the doctor began moving the probe over my stomach. I felt the tension building up in my chest.

My grip on the armrest tightened.

If they didn't detect the heartbeat at this stage, it could mean something went wrong—perhaps an ectopic pregnancy or some other complication.

"Doctor, how's the baby doing?" my voice trembled as I spoke.

"Mrs. Bolton, the baby is—"

Suddenly, a noise from outside drew my attention. My heart raced.

What was happening?