No Sex for Six Years Because of Her? I'm Done novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Thunder

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Hannah sat off to the side, wiping her tears in silence, looking at the phone screen with eyes full of gratitude.

The story was long. Ethan’s throat went dry, but he kept his tone steady the entire time.

It wasn’t until he reached the part where the prince kissed the princess, and she finally awakened, that he realized the little girl on the screen had closed her eyes at some point.

Tear tracks still marked her cheeks, yet the corners of her mouth curved faintly upward–like she’d slipped into a sweet dream.

He paused and checked the time.

Without realizing it, more than an hour had passed.

“Ethan–really, thank you so much.” Hannah pulled the phone back a little, walked to the balcony, and lowered her voice. Her tone carried the kind of gratitude you have after surviving a disaster. “She fell asleep. If it weren’t for you, I honestly wouldn’t have known how to calm her down…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help wiping tears again, her shoulders trembling slightly–looking unbearably thin and helpless.

“Don’t cry.” Watching the pitiful way mother and daughter clung to each other on video, the last trace of doubt in Ethan’s heart dissolved completely.

He only felt that his earlier coldness toward them had been a sin.

In a low voice, he made a solemn promise.

“As long as I’m here, don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you–on Jack’s behalf.”

Those words were his renewed acceptance of responsibility–and an answer to his deceased brother.

After comforting Hannah a little more, Ethan finally ended the call.

The room fell silent again—only the rain outside continued.

Exhausted, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his throbbing temples.

Circling in his mind were Isla’s tearful little face, Hannah’s helpless eyes, and Jack’s dying

request.

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The phone he’d set casually on the desk still glowed, resting on the contacts screen.

Amelia’s name lay there quietly.

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He’d almost completely forgotten that more than an hour ago–because of this same storm- he’d had the impulse to call her.

And at that very moment, at the Everett estate, Amelia was alone–struggling inside a prison of thunder.

The room lights were warm, yet every ghastly white flash outside felt like it was ripping the peace of that small space to shreds.

What followed was a roar that seemed capable of crushing eardrums–one after another, violently relentless, slamming into her heart.

Amelia curled up alone on the bed, trying to process the landslide of terror in some rational

way.

She opened her phone, tapped into her music app, and turned the volume all the way up.

A surging symphony poured from the speaker, trying to compete with the thunder outside.

But it was useless.

That dull, brutal thunder was never something a tiny phone could fight.

Knock, knock, knock!

Just when Amelia was about to be swallowed by fear, someone knocked softly on the door.

It was Miles’s voice through the heavy door. “Ms. Harlow, are you alright? The thunder is very loud–would you like me to have Tania come in and stay with you?”

In that instant, Amelia almost blurted out, “Yes.”

How badly she wanted someone beside her right now–even if they just sat there quietly, it would share some of this endless fear.

But the words reached her lips, and she forced them back down.

She wasn’t that little girl anymore–the one who could whine freely and accept care without hesitation.

She didn’t want to trouble anyone. More than that, she didn’t want anyone to see her like this- so wrecked and pathetic.

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She took a deep breath, forcing her voice to sound steady.

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