NovelOnlineShe Left With His Baby The Billionaire's Secret Scandal 317 Angela POV The house was quiet when Sean and I returned home. Victoria metus at the door, her expression concerned but composed. She'd been watching the children while we dealt with everything at the hospital.
"They're in the living room," she whispered. "They've been asking about Christopher all day." My heart sank. How do you explain death to children who've already experienced too much loss in their young lives? When we stepped into the living room, Aria ran to us immediately, her small arms wrapping around my waist.
"Mommy! Is Uncle Christopher better now?" Her innocent eyes looked up at me, full of hope.
I knelt down to her level, struggling to find the right words. Sean crouched beside me, his hand steady on my shoulder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Christopher..." I began, but my voice caught.
Sean stepped in. "He's gone on a trip, sweetheart. Somewhere very far away." Ethan stood a few feet back, watching us with those observant eyes that always seemed to see too much.
"He died, didn't he?" Ethan asked quietly.
The directness of his question stunned us both. Sean and I exchanged glances, wondering how our five-year-old son understood what we were trying to shield him from.
"Yes, Ethan," I finally admitted, nodding slowly. "He did." Aria's face scrunched up in confusion. "What's 'died' mean?" "It means he can't cback to see us," Ethan explained to his sister, his voice matter-of-fact though his eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"But his spirit can," I added quickly, seeing Aria's lips begin to tremble. "His soul... the part of him that loved us... that will always be around." "Will he bringpresents from his trip?" Aria asked hopefully.
I couldn't help but smile through my tears. "No, sweetie. But he'd want us to remember all the presents he already gave us." After we put the children to bed, Victoria approachedwith a large, flat package wrapped in simple brown paper.
"This was delivered the morning of your wedding," she explained. "From Christopher. With everything that happened... I forgot until now." Alone in our bedroom, I carefully unwrapped the package. Inside was a painting that took my breath away. The scene was from high school-me-in-my oversized uniform, standing in the library. I looked so young, so determined.
I remembered that day. I hadn't thought about it in years, but seeing it captured on canvas brought everything rushing back. The way Christopher had watched from behind a bookshelf, the quiet thank you he'd offered afterward.
My tears fell freely now. All those moments I'd taken for granted suddenly becprecious-Christopher and Sean playing hockey together in college, Christopher carryinghafter I'd gotten dank when Sean started dating Christina, the awe in his eyes when he held Aria and Ethan for the first tin the delivery room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm1/2 I never imagined his life would end at thirty-three. Everything had happened so suddenly.
The funeral was set for a week later, to be held in London. It was Chistopher's mother's hometown, and he would be buried next to his mother's grave. The day before the funeral, Sean and I were packing our luggage, preparing for tomorrow's flight. That's when David arrived.
The day before Christopher's funeral, David cto our home. He looked exhausted.
"I found these at the villa in Italy," he said, handingthree gift boxes. "They were under the Christmas tree. I believe Christopher intended them as Christmas gifts for you and the children." I clutched the packages to my chest, overwhelmed by this final gestie. The servant brought tea for David, who gently suggested, "You can open them later." I was surprised that Christopher had returned to the place where we once lived, even spending Christmas there alone. Memories of us decorating the Christmas tree together flooded my mind. I owed Christopher so much, more than I could ever repay.
After David finished his tea, he stood up and said he needed to leave "What will you do now?" I asked him. "You're welcto cwork for Shaw Group if you'd like."
David shook his head. "Christopher never wanted to be CEO, you know. He talked about opening a surf shop by the beach. Said corporate life was killing his soul."
"He never mentioned wanting to open a surf shop," I murmured, surprised by this revelation about a man I thought I knew completely.
"There were many things he kept to himself," David replied softly. His dreams. His hopes. He paused, meeting my eyes. "His love for you. Chapter Comments Visitor POST COMMENT || She said she thought her mother was going to die when William tried to kick her and Angela took the kick and got her head. Now Aria suddenly doesn't know what died me...
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