“I’ll go get Levi,” William said, turning to leave. But before he could step away, Layla reached out and grabbed his wrist. “No…don’t.” She swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “This is normal. The nausea, the vomiting…it’ll pass after a few more rounds.” William stared at the forced smile on her pale, exhausted face. His chest tightened, as though something sharp was gripping his heart. For a split second, he wished he could take her place—to bear the pain for her. “Damn it, why her?” William silently remarked.After a long, tense silence, William gently pulled his wrist free. “I’ll have someone get you something sweet to ease the nausea.” Just then, the door swung open, and Carter strolled in, carrying a shopping bag. His usual carefree attitude was on full display. “Uncle William, those Xander family idiots are still hanging around outside,” he said, shaking his head. “No idea who they’re trying to fool with that act.” He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed
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