Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451

Over the past few days, Winterhad grown more and more withdrawn.

She couldn’t bring herself to eat. She barely wanted to open her eyes. It felt as if the whole world had drifted far away from her. Until she heard a familiar whimper.

Winter finally opened her eyes and stared blankly at the German shepherd standing beside the bed, nuzzling her fingertips with his nose.

General panted softly and wagged his tail, his eyes bright with excitement as he looked at his owner. He was waiting for her to call his name in that familiar, affectionate voice.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn’t hear Winter call him “General” the way she used to.

General lowered his head sadly and moved a few steps closer to her hand. He rubbed his head against the back of her hand and let out a hurt little whine.

Mr. White watched anxiously from the side and said to William, “I thought Ms. Winter might feel a little better once General came.”

But now, even General didn’t seem to help.

“Chris told you to bring him?” William asked, frowning as he looked at Winter, who showed no reaction to General’s presence.

Mr. White nodded.

After Winter fell asleep again, William went to Chris’s hospital room, only to find that Chris wasn’t there.

When William turned around, he saw Chris coming out of the elevator.

The moment Chris saw William, his expression changed slightly, and he instinctively quickened his pace.

But William stopped him.

“She’s already asleep,” William said. “I’m here because I need to ask you something else.”

Winter wasn’t actually asleep.

She simply didn’t want to open her eyes and see everyone pretending everything was fine in front of her.

She opened her eyes and sat up. Mr. White quickly supported her arm.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked.

“I can’t sleep,” she said softly.

“Skyla poisoned her back then. Winter survived, but her child died. What had Skyla meant by that unfinished sentence? What had her child suffered in Winter’s place?”

Chris said nothing.

But the deep furrow between his brows said everything. There was too much buried there. Too much he couldn’t bring himself to say.

Then, in the next second, a piercing scream came from outside the stairwell.

That voice.

Chris was the first to rush out, but it was already too late.

Winter was sitting in the wheelchair, clutching her head and screaming.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down her face.

Then her gaze locked onto Chris.

Her dry, hoarse voice trembled as she murmured, “My child… died in my place, didn’t he?”