Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 255 Torn Between Paths

The moment I heard the name, Anna, my heart clenched. What's her game this time? Could it be that something happened to Grandmal

If she's targeting the Sanders, there's no way she'd spare Grandma either.

I panicked. Anna had already come dangerously close in harming Grandma before.

Carter Jung up the phone and quickly reassured me, seeing the worry on my face. "Don't worry, Grandma's fine. If she dares touch her, I'll catch her red-handed. The hospital is covered in cameras, she's not foolish enough to risk it" "Then what happened?"

"She didn't return to the Hudsons residence. Instead, she drove to the seaside. The route she's taking seems unusual. She may be meeting someone from her organization

We'd been holding back for so long, waiting for a chance to uncover the people behind her.

Anna wasn't stupid-she knew the police were suspicious of her. She hadn't been to that repair shop even once lately,

Now, though, she was headed to the coast, which was definitely strange..

"Carter, can we follow her from a distance just to see?"

"Alright, as long as you don't act impulsively."

""Got it."

We hurried to catch up. I couldn't help but imagine the person behind Anna and what kind of figure the might have. Were they someone as old as Grandma, with decades of entanglement with the Sanders? What kind of face could match such malevolence?

A bodyguard joined us. "She's being cautious-we can't follow too closely."

"Where is she now?"

"She went into a café."

It was close to the New Year, and the area was packed with tourists. The seaside had set up A vibrant night market, bustling with activity. Shops were crammed with customers, and the streets were alive. Carter noticed my eagerness and said firmly, "No matter what, we can't show ourselves."

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the car, every

watched the tourists laughing and moving about, their joy

the café,

slender woman emerged from the

faces were lit up with

etched with terror, as though she were being chased by something-or someone- mercilessly

delicate, frail limbs, swaying as if the wind might knock her over. Her steps were hurried, panicked, like a

to escape, but unfortunately, no cabs were available just then. That's when

expression turned cold. "Damian,

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looked like no one was in the car. In the back seat, Carter and I sat

her hands against it, peering inside, desperate

somcone.

"It looks like she's asking for

expression. "Chloe, excessive kindness often turns into the blade that cuts you. Everyone has their fate and their own path. Not interfering in someone else's destiny can be its own form of compassion." He looked like a god, sitting high above it all-watching the world

"Tunderstand," I murmured.

shadows-a tall

the car window,

on his

eyes filled with panic, glimmering with

there were no

understood her plight. When fear and adrenaline take

dramatic, but in truth,

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