Chapter 1477

"She's dead," Nicola stated bluntly. Before Charles could finish his question, Nicola's voice cut through the air. Her tone was light, as if she was recounting something trivial. But if one looked closely, they'd notice her body trembling uncontrollably—even her fingertips quivered. She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath before reopening them. It had been a year and a half since her daughter's tragic death, and she had fought desperately to repress the memories. But forcing herself not to think about it didn't mean the thoughts stopped. She couldn't remember how many nights she had woken up from nightmares. In her dreams, a blood-soaked girl wailed painfully. Nicola knew that the child was hurting terribly and that she wanted her mother to be held and comforted. But no matter how much she tried to hold the girl, she couldn't. Instead, Gabe's regretful voice would echo in her mind. "Nicola, your daughter was born with severe congenital problems. She took her last brea