Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 7

Benjamin stood frozen, his entire body stiff with shock. Behind him, the rescue team and their guide erupted in startled cries, their voices sharp and urgent.

“What—what is this?” one of them gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.

Benjamin stumbled backward, taking three unsteady steps as the truth crashed down on him. His daughter had been telling the truth all along.

She really had been left behind on the mountain by the climbing team. She really was dying out here in the merciless cold. She truly needed his help.

For so long, he had been convinced that I had tricked him, that I had plotted to trap him with a pregnancy just to secure the Carter legacy.

He’d seen me with another man—close, intimate—and he believed I had abandoned our own child to meet him in secret late at night.

I had tried to explain again and again: that night was a mistake. I didn’t know that man. Those late-night meetings were for work. I even quit my job to become a stay-at-home mom.

But none of it had convinced Benjamin. He was certain I was a liar and a cheat. He swore he would make my life a living hell.

Yet, he never imagined it would come to this—me, dying alone on this mountain, frozen to the bone in the bitter cold.

In front of him, Evelyn gazed blankly at my frozen form. She tried to raise her hand, trembling, to touch my face.

But her arm had already been shattered by Benjamin’s ruthless kick.

The moment she moved, a weak, pained cry escaped her lips.

Her sobs, raw and desperate, drifted through the frigid air. “Mom, I’m sorry. I wasn’t strong enough.”

“You gave me your jacket, but I couldn’t bring anyone to save you.”

“Mom… I’m here now. Are you mad at me?”

She slowly pulled down her mask, pressing her small, pale face against mine.

Benjamin snapped back to reality, his face twisted with grief. He stepped forward, reaching out to pull Evelyn away.

“Come with me. Your mom… she’s gone. We’ll handle it.”

“Handle it?!” Evelyn’s voice cracked sharply through the cold air, fierce and raw. “If you had just come when I begged you—would she be dead?”

She spun around, her glare burning with pure hatred—not the look of a daughter to her father, but that of an enemy facing her worst foe.

“Don’t you dare touch my mom. You don’t deserve to. You killed her!”

Her scream echoed, but then her body gave out—too much stress, too much pain, too much exhaustion.

Evelyn collapsed to the ground.

“Evelyn!” Benjamin shouted, panic flooding his voice.