Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 144 Do Not Tolerate the Impudence of a Gardner

Carter allowed me to do as I wished, though it would've been easy for the bodyguards to step in and separate us. However, he chose to let the situation unfold a little longer, prolonging the discomfort for everyone involved. After a moment, he put on a reluctant expression and said, "This is blocking the view. Damian, close the

door."

"Of course, Mr. Bolton, Damian answered with a respectful tone, pulling the door shut and leaving the chaos to play out behind it.

Carter then addressed the room. I apologize for the disturbance. Today was meant to celebrate my wife and me registering our marriage. We never expected such an incident. When we hold our official wedding. we hope you'll all come and celebrate with us." "Mr. Bolton, you're too gracious. Wishing you and Mrs. Bolton a lifetime of happiness."

"Wish you a blissful marriage!"

There were quiet murmurs among the guests. "Ms. Gardner looks so much like that Sanders girl who passed away

"What a strange coincidence."

Remaining composed, Carter replied, "It's getting late, and I have some family matters to attend to. I hope you understand that we must excuse ourselves,"

With that, the guests began to leave, content with the evening.

Once the last of them had gone, the door opened.

Inside, chaos reigned.

Anna was still struggling in Adam and Ethan's grasp, her mind clearly disoriented. She kept snapping at Ethan in a desperate attempt to escape.

'Ms. Sander seems unwell. Take her to a room and have the family doctor check

her."

Mr. Bolton," one of

they exited, leaving only the Gardners and

in tears, angrily striking Ashley, who was hastily trying to

to you! Why are

his face flushed with rage, grabbed Ashley by the collar and slapped him hard across

reminded me of the time when Zoey discovered

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Zoey had even considered ending it all. But Bill, ever nonchalant, had said, "He's just a man. Why are

someone grab my

I turned around, I

deepest wish had always

hand gently. "Are you

"I'm fine, Mom. But

help but feel sorry

our experiences were strikingly similar,

slap, couldn't handle the fury

a venomous glare. "It was her. It was

turned to look at me, and Sadie, now seething with anger, found her