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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 265

Summary for Chapter 265: Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart

Summary of Chapter 265 – A turning point in Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart by Quirinus Amalia

Chapter 265 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart, written by Quirinus Amalia. With the hallmarks of Internet literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

Along the way back to Sage's villa, Moira continued to be silent, and it was unknown what she was thinking. When they arrived, the first thing Sage wanted to do was to contact his good friend Carlo, and then ask him to contact Libby, so that she could console and comfort Moira.

As a close friend, she definitely knew how to let Moira vent the grief in her heart.

Sage stood outside the courtyard and called Carlo.

"Hey! Sage, you've returned back?" Carlo asked directly.

He would have known that Sage was abroad, but it was not because Sage disclosed it to him, but because he got it from his brother Wade. Because his brother was concerned about his female student, Agnes.

"Yes! We returned home. Today Moira's father passed away, and do you have Libby's number? Take her over to comfort Moira. She's very sad right now." Sage's voice was somewhat heavy and hoarse.

Carlo's tone became more serious, "I have her number, I'll contact her right now and bring her to your house."

"Alright!" Sage hung up the phone.

Libby was currently in the workshop. Annie was making her prepared how to deal with the Love Moon Training Theatre that she needed to enter and how to make her want to play a loving part in it.

Libby did not want to listen anymore. Just then, her phone immediately rang. She picked it up and saw that it was from Carlo, she was startled, and immediately picked it up.

"Hey!"

"Libby, where are you now?"

"I'm in the workshop."

"I'll come pick you up now."

"Pick me up? Where to?"

"I'll tell you when I get there! Come out in fifteen minutes." Carlo did not tell her over the phone.

After all, Libby was Moira's best sister. If she knew that Moira was currently immersed in grief, she would definitely be sad as well.

So he decided to tell her when he saw her in person.

"Alright." Libby blinked her eyes and answered. Although she did not know why Carlo had come to find her, but his low voice made her feel like he had something important to look for her.

Fifteen minutes later, Libby stood at the entrance of the office. She didn't recognized by passers by with wearing a mask.

Carlo's car put over beside her and she opened the door of the car and got inside.

Entering the car, Libby took off her mask, and turned to him, "What business do you have with me?"

"Moira has returned."

"When did this happen?"

"Probably this morning."

"Why is she back so soon?"

"Because her father died today." Carlo said somewhat heavily.

Libby's eyes suddenly widened, and tears quickly flowed out from her eyes. She covered her mouth, and said while choked with sobs, "What did you say? Her father died?"

"Yes, half an hour ago, Sage called me. He said that Moira is in extreme grief and asked me to bring you over to comfort her."

"No ... How is that possible?" Although Libby muttered it, her tears still rolled down her face. She could imagine how sad Moira would be at that moment.

"Hurry and send me over." Libby took a deep breath, and looked at Carlo beseechingly.

Carlo immediately stepped on the throttle and the car sped towards Sage's villa. At the same time, it was also the direction of his house.

Half an hour later, they were on the road leading to Sage's villa, and the car stopped at the entrance of the hall.

Just as the car stopped, Libby who was on the copilot seat pushed the door open and got off, she directly went into the hall.

Seeing that there was no one in the hall, she quickly went upstairs to look for Moira.

"If that's the case, you must not let the woman off." Libby was also furious. After she finished speaking, she thought of Lucas and asked softly, "Does Lucas know that his grandfather has gone?"

Moira shook her head, "I haven't told him yet, and I don't even know how to tell him." She covered her mouth, unable to hide her sadness.

Libby felt that as well. Even though the child was still young, losing someone close to him would definitely make him very sad.

Sage got his assistant Luke to buy some food for him. It was already a day from the noon to 6pm that Moira had not eaten anything. She ate a little on the plane. He was worried that she would starve to death. Now that Libby was here, she could asked Moira to eat some food.

Carlo also did not leave. When Sage went downstairs to cook, he followed him downstairs to help. Now, the two handsome man were worried about the two women who were upstairs.

Seeing that Carlo did not leave, Sage could not help but ask, "What happened? Are you starting to have a good impression of Libby?"

Carlo was washing vegetables with his sleeves rolled up, "It's hard to say, but the woman is indeed making me to worry about her."

Hearing the answer, Sage had already come to a conclusion. A woman that could make him worry was definitely a woman that he took to heart.

"Libby is not bad!"

"Moira is not bad too."

"So, I intend to pursue her." Sage smiled.

Carlo muttered for a few seconds, "I still can't make the decision!"

"If you like her, you should hold on the opportunity."

Carlo did not refute him, and felt that Sage was right. It was just that he was not too sure, whether he really liked Libby enough to pursue her or not.

More precisely, he had yet to truly recognize himself, nor was he certain that he would be with the woman for the rest of his life.

Sage and Moira had had child. Besides, Moira was not bad, so there was a much more reasonable reason for Sage to pursue and like her.

The two women upstairs were comforting each other while downstairs, the two men rolled up their sleeves and cooked dinner in perfect harmony. In the evening, the scene was quite warm.

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