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

I knew it, I saw a woman in the statue, wearing a white dress. She looked a lot like me, except she didn't have that red mole on her forehead." Carter tightened his grip on the

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I heard a soft voice. She said her name was Chloe Sander and

looked up, grabbing my uninjured hand with such force that I winced. His

even the

pain, confused by his

moved as he swallowed, his tone

this, especially since we had barely shared any meaningful

that

she was trapped inside the statue, unable to escape. No one knew about it, and she wanted to leave. I hesitated, then added, "Mr. Bolton, I remember Luke's wife was named Chloe Sander, right? Could the woman in

it at the entrance of her house. What

until now, I had only suspected Anna, but I had no concrete evidence. This time, besides my death, I had to

was Luke, she could have stopped after my

own

her plenty of wealth in recent years. Why did she still insist

had said to Grandma-she seemed to harbor a hatred for me, yes, but her loathing of Grandma was even deeper. There had to

resentment. He said, "The police have already started their investigation. I believe we'll

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

won't matter,"

in peace! Finding the true murderer will give her peace, even in the afterlife Perhaps my outburst was too intense. Carter looked at me, his

rational mind. He was nothing like Luke, who blindly believed whatever crap Anna said, no matter

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chill through me.

Chloe.

my

of a miracle for me to be reborn, Anna was in the open while I

but he was still an outsider. I knew that revealing my plan to him would ruin