Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458

Only a limited number of people could enter the isolation room at once, so William waited outside.

In the elevator, Chris had told them that Richie was frail and seriously ill. He needed a bone marrow transplant. Fortunately, Zac was a match.

Only then did William realize that, without any of them knowing, Chris had quietly checked their blood during their physical exams.

In that instant, William finally understood why Chris had shed tears the day he shot Skyla. He also understood what Skyla’s purpose had been.

Everything made sense now.

It had all been for Richie.

The isolation room was beyond several heavy doors. Chris kept an arm around Winter’s shoulders. She could barely walk, yet somehow, she managed to take one step after another toward the deepest part of the ward.

The farther in they went, the quieter it became.

There was no blue sky here. No clouds. No breeze. No grass.

Winter’s trembling fingers clenched tightly. Tears spilled from her reddened eyes again.

Her child had never left this place.

Then, suddenly, Winter heard a child crying.

That cry.

It was her child.

Her tears broke free at once. She pulled away from Chris and stumbled forward, almost running.

But she didn’t know where the sound was coming from. It grew clearer and clearer, yet she still couldn’t find him.

Panicked, she looked around helplessly, as if an invisible wall stood between them.

Then Chris took her hand.

“Winnie, breathe,” he said softly, helping her steady herself.

He held her hand tighter and led her toward a door. His fingers tapped a few times on the screen beside it.

But the crying little boy reached for her first.

Her heart seemed to stop.

Then Winter gathered him fully into her arms.

The hollow place in her heart was filled in an instant. She held the soft, fragile child against her chest, close to the place nearest her heart, and lowered her head until her cheek touched his little head.

He was so small.

So weak.

His body was burning with fever.

Winter’s heart felt as if it had been cut open.

At last, she stroked his soft hair. Her throat felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of needles as she sobbed.

“Baby, I’m Mommy.”