Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Billionaire Is 72

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Chapter 72 She's Dead in Blood

Chapter 72 She's Dead in Blood

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As soon as she said so, it was as if lightning had struck the Sanders, leaving the air heavy with tension.

All eyes turned to Esmee, and my mother's voice trembled as she asked, "What did you say? Who's dead?"

Esmee was unnaturally focused as she walked straight to the family photo, pointed at my face, and declared. "She's dead! There's blood everywhere in the heavy snow!"

Grabbing Esmee by the collar of her down jacket, my mother demanded, "Where did you see this? How did she die?"

The roughness of her approach must have triggered memories of Esmee's torment on the ship and at the Scam Center. She cringed, clutching her head and crying out in panic, "Don't hit me! I'm sorry! I won't run away again!" Her parents rushed to her side, pulling her into their arms.

"Mrs. Sander, I'm so sorry. My daughter is just rambling nonsense, Esmee's mother apologized, clearly distressed.

But my mother was relentless, shaking Esmee and shouting, "Explain it! What happened to her? Tell me!"

Esmee only became more frightened, shrinking away with tears streaming down her face. "I won't run away again, I swear!"

I couldn't hide my anxiety. Esmee had said the key phrase-heavy snow, She must have witnessed something that night!

But her fragile mental state, combined with my mother's aggression, left her too distraught to continue. She just cowered, crying uncontrollably.

"Mom, calm down, Anna interjected, pulling her away. The girl's been traumatized. She's in shock from what happened at Chedor

Esmee's mother looked pale and flustered. What had started as a visit to express gratitude to the Sanders had turned into chaos.

She tried to smooth things over, saying, "I'm so sorry. My daughter has been unwell. She didn't mean to curse Ms. Sander. Please don't take her words seriously

She quickly ushered Esmee outside, but as they walked into the snow, Esmee kept muttering, "Blood much blood... she's dead!"

Arnold shut the door behind them, trying to block out the unsettling scene.

My mother grabbed my father's sleeve and whispered. Could it be that Chloe...

My father frowned deeply, lighting a cigarette in response to the tension.

Luke. He hadn't said a word since Esmee's outburst, his brows furrowed

Sat, Dec

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indecisive. It was only a matter of time before Anna broke the

moment. "Dad, Mom, you're not seriously going to believe

Are you suggesting she was

to the wedding. The director can

abruptly shut up, but it was too late. My

photos, I got the originals from the administrator. They were taken five days after Chloe disappeared. Esmee had already been kidnapped by then. There's no way she could know anything about Chloe's whereabouts." Her statement seemed to relieve

idea that I might be alive, not out of concern for

had long seen through Luke's selfishness. His priority was always himself, never anyone

nothing but trouble. Maybe it'd be better if she

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care about this family, then we shouldn't waste time caring about her," she added coldly, "I'll just act as if I never

soon as Anna spoke, it was as if the entire family

the one they saw as unstable. Who would ever trust

if Chloe returns and those photos turn out to be real, what will you do? You've been

that the Sanders were still clinging

he would divorce me. Instead, his face darkened, and he said, "We'll decide what to do

an excuse to leave

grew heavy with unease. My mother didn't touch her food that evening. She muttered under her breath, calling me disgraceful and

sat quietly, cigarette in hand, and finally said, "If this turns out to be true,

my mother added sharply. "Even a regular family wouldn't tolerate someone like her. If this gets out, our name will be ruined. And what bout Anna? She hasn't even married yet!"

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Mom. If it comes to that, I'll just stay home

"Don't say such nonsense!"

my father interrupted, his voice stern and

"What are you thinking,

a dangerous tumor, what's the best way to handle it?" my father asked,

calm.

"Remove it, someone answered.

or it'll spread and harm everything

father's expression and

family and erased from the family records. From this point forward, she's no longer a Sander. Whatever

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