Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 108 Attending My Own Funeral

It felt strange. I had only spent a single day with him, so why was he so worked up?

Maybe he had drunk too much, I thought, but I didn't dwell on it.

Gently, I patted his back and said, "Mr. Bolton, about what happened earlier..."

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The man lying on top of me propped himself up with his arm, looking at me intently. His eyes lingered for a moment, finally settling on my forehead. The sadness in his eyes evaporated in an instant. Within moments, his expression returned to its usual coldness, tinged with disappointment and a subtle sense of loss.

"Sorry," he said, his voice distant and indifferent, as he moved away from me.

He slumped to the floor, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His posture far from the usual strength and dominance he once commanded. Instead, there was an unshakable sense of melancholy about him.

In my memory, Carter had always been like a warrior-stoic, composed, and coldly defiant-even though he was disabled. He had never shown such vulnerability, or even a hint of weakness.

He didn't seem to care about how others saw him. He simply sat there, staring blankly ahead, as if he had no intention of getting up or doing anything else.

The atmosphere was heavy, eerie even, and I didn't know what to say.

"Well...

"You

We spoke at the same time. I quickly fell silent and waited for him to continue.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke. "Did you see her?"

I tilted my head, trying to understand who he meant by her.

Carter picked up a bottle of wine casually, his fingers tracing the bottle's shape. His head hung low as his voice came out raspy. "How did you know about the secret of the statue?"

After all, this was a huge loophole. With Carter's sharp mind, it was hard not to be suspicious.

Luckily, this matter was so bizarre that it couldn't be explained by logic or reason alone.

"Yeah, I replied, "Yesterday, when I saw the statue, I felt something strange, like a force pulling me toward

me, except she didn't have that red mole on her forehead." Carter tightened his grip on the bottle, the veins in his hand standing out. His long lashes shadowed his eyes, hiding the emotions beneath. His voice was

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I heard a soft voice. She said

force that I winced. His grip was

skin was fair and soft, even the slightest

the pain, confused by his

as he swallowed, his tone

invested in this, especially

I could think of was that he

I remember Luke's wife was named Chloe Sander, right? Could the woman in the statue be his wife?" Carter

"How tragic. After her death, someone turned her into a statue and placed it at the entrance of her house. What kind of person harbored such hatred for her?

had no concrete evidence. This time, besides my death, I had

she wanted was Luke, she could have stopped after my

own

in recent years. Why did she still insist on pressuring Grandma for

harbor a hatred for me, yes, but her loathing of Grandma was even deeper. There had to be a bigger plot behind

police have already

"But unfortunately, even if we find the real culprit, it won't bring the

won't matter,"

the true murderer will give her peace, even in the afterlife Perhaps my outburst was

despite his earlier moment of weakness, Carter always maintained a sharp and rational mind. He was nothing like Luke, who blindly believed whatever crap Anna

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a chill through me. For a moment, I almost

Chloe.

right on the tip of my tongue, but I quickly swallowed them back

a miracle for me to be reborn,

hurt me, but he was still an outsider. I