He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 669

Chloe found herself thinking about how deeply Robert relied on Eugene, and a faint smile touched her lips.

If only Robert were really Eugene's son, she mused. That would be perfect.

They could have been a family of three—happy, complete. She might have actually lost her mind with joy just imagining it.

But there were no "what-ifs" like that in real life.

Her reality was different: she was headed back to Silverash. If she couldn't take Vincent down, then she'd meet Eugene in hell.

This time, her mind was set. Vincent was going to pay.

She'd warned him before—she'd play by his rules, but he couldn't lay a finger on the people close to her. Anyone close to her. And especially not Eugene.

Her friends, the man she loved—those were her lines in the sand. Once Vincent crossed them, he'd see she could snap, too.

He wasn't the only one who could lose it. When Chloe went off the rails, not even hell's own demons could pull her back.

Chloe vanished again.

No note, no warning—she just left.

She didn't return to the hospital. She didn't stay home. When Rhea and Hogan dropped by the hospital to visit Eugene and didn't see Chloe, Bruce mentioned offhand that she'd asked him to keep an eye on Eugene—said she was going home to get some rest.

Home to rest.

For days, everyone had been telling her to take a break. She'd brushed them off, stubbornly staying at Eugene's bedside. No way would she suddenly just leave to rest.

Something felt off.

Hogan immediately called Oralia and the others to check if Chloe was with them. The answer was no—she hadn't shown up anywhere. After a lot of asking around, they finally heard from Robert that Chloe had gone home.

But before anyone could relax, Robert told them she'd already left the house to head back to the hospital to see Eugene—and should have arrived by now.

Should have been there by now? That didn't add up.

Hogan knew something was seriously wrong.

They pulled out their phones and tried calling Chloe. When it actually rang, a flicker of hope rose—until Robert's small voice came through the speaker.

"Mommy left her phone here," he said quietly from the other end.

Left it behind? That wasn't like Chloe.

"It's just... Chloe's been through a lot," Hogan finally said, voice low. "More pain than anyone should carry."

"That poor girl..."

Hogan didn't elaborate. Instead, his tone firmed. "She's part of this family now, no matter what. We're not letting anyone threaten her. Anyone. Eugene's already hurt. If things take a turn... we can't let Chloe do anything reckless. Understand?"

Rhea's thoughts swirled, too jumbled to sort through just then. But she looked straight at Hogan and nodded with certainty. "I trust you. And I really care about that girl. Honestly, if Robert really were our grandson, I'd be over the moon. You talking like this just feels... too distant."

Hogan pulled her into a tight hug.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"Enough with the sentiment—let's focus on the kids. Go check on Eugene." Rhea didn't waste another moment, heading straight for the ICU to see how he was holding up.

Eugene's condition remained unchanged—a stillness that felt almost eerie.

All his vitals held steady. But they were steady right on the edge, lingering in that fragile space between living and leaving.

Days of treatment, and still no improvement. The only relief was that he hadn't gotten worse. But if he did decline now, not even a miracle could save him.