Billionaire's Match

Chapter 699

At the mention of her baby, Khloe froze. She lowered her head, her hand instinctively brushing over her still-flat belly. Here, a new life was growing-her and Nick's shared bloodline, perhaps the only remnant of him left for her... her last tether to hope.

The weight of grief, coupled with the instinct of motherhood, tore at her from within. Finally, she covered her face and wept in silence. Like a small, battered creature with nowhere to turn, she was consumed by sorrow, utterly desolate. Ralph watched her, heart heavy with helplessness. There was nothing he could do.

Even words of comfort felt pale and powerless. All he could offer was his presence, a temporary anchor for her to release her emotions safely. Time passed-how long, he couldn't tell-before Khloe lifted her head. Her eyes were red and swollen, yet her gaze had hardened with resolve. She looked at Ralph and said, "Help me."

Ralph asked, "What do you need me to do?"

bodies... as soon as possible," Khloe's voice was hoarse, low, trembling yet resolute.

to see him. If he's dead... I want to

"I'll do my best."

sudden clarity in her tone startled him. Her grief hadn't vanished; it had only been suppressed, temporarily overpowered by something stronger. It was a protective instinct, fueled by her

Ralph stepped out of Khloe's room, Arista arrived, eyes red and swollen, struggling to accept the news of Nick's presumed fate. Yet, she knew she

to be kept in the dark. At their age, such

and was. rushing over. Seeing Ralph emerge, Arista cautiously

we feared. She's strong. I believe she can

a hand on her shoulder, his own