His Last Command Came Back to Kill Him novel Chapter 7

In the living room, the Sherwood matriarch, Bonnie, was resting on the sofa.

The moment she saw Whitley, a warm, affectionate smile broke across her face. "Whitley, come here. Let me look at you."

Clive's parents were busy in the kitchen coordinating with the staff for the welcome dinner, offering polite but brief greetings as they passed.

Bonnie held Whitley's hands, chatting warmly about everything and nothing, though it didn't take long for the conversation to circle back to Clive.

"Clive, how long are you staying this time? Are you leaving again?"

Clive took a seat on the adjacent sofa, casually crossing his long legs. He unfolded a newspaper. "Depends on a few factors," he replied, his tone detached.

Whitley pressed her lips together, her thumb subconsciously rubbing the back of Bonnie's wrinkled hand, staying silent.

Bonnie looked at Whitley, then at Clive, her eyes filled with hopeful expectation. "Whitley, sweetheart, it's really time the two of you had a baby. Once the baby comes, Clive won't want to fly off overseas anymore."

A baby.

The word pierced Whitley's chest like a jagged knife.

Her grip tightened involuntarily, her nails digging into her own palms. The last traces of color vanished from her face, leaving her lips ghostly pale.

He was already having a baby. With Yelena.

And she... she was never going to have a baby again.

Whitley kept her mouth shut, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress.

"There's no rush," Clive said smoothly.

Right. Of course he was in no rush.

He already had an heir on the way.

As she navigated the freezing, frost-lined corridors, she caught a glimpse of Clive standing at the end of the hall, phone pressed to his ear. The look on his face was one she had never been allowed to see—soft, patient, and overflowing with affection. She didn't have to guess who was on the other end of the line.

She didn't care.

She just wanted to lie down.

The tearing pain in her stomach made her dizzy, her footsteps faltering. As she passed Clive, her heel caught, and she stumbled forward, completely losing her balance.

Clive hung up the phone just in time to catch her by the arm.

"Watch where you're throwing yourself," he remarked, his voice devoid of sympathy.

It was a loaded comment. It sounded like a warning to watch her step, but to Whitley, the implication was crystal clear—he thought she was faking a fall just to touch him.

Standing a few feet away, Leroy witnessed the entire exchange. He let out a loud, mocking scoff and marched over, his tone venomous. "I don't know who you're trying to play with this pathetic victim act."