Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 303 Silas' Death

Luke had always struggled with depression, and lately, his approach to treatment had been half-hearted. After today, I feared he would lose whatever will he had left to keep going. The people who had wronged me were now following the same path I had

The Sanders were in pieces-broken. Even the ones still alive had been battered beyond recognition.

Luke wasn't much different. His illness was bad enough, but now he was sinking deeper into despair.

The torment I had endured was now slowly becoming their reality.

It felt as if an unseen force had lowered them into a pot of boiling oil, adjusting the heat to a level that would prevent immediate death, but the pain was still intense. But, to be honest, they had it coming.

When I looked into his dull, lifeless eyes, I realized something: maybe, to him. I was the only bit of light he could cling to.

What he really wanted was for me to say that I forgave him. But as long as I didn't, he'd remain trapped in that endless spiral of pain.

But I wasn't the one who'd caused this. The hurt he had put me through was real.

If he hadn't pushed me, maybe Joyce would still be here.

There was a case of murder between us now-one I couldn't forgive him for.

So when he looked at me with that pleading expression, I didn't offer any comfort. Instead, I analyzed the situation, weighing the facts unemotionally. "Luke, you have to survive. If you truly are Oliver's son, revealing your identity could potentially attract his attention. That's the only lead we've got

He stared at me, his face full of sorrow. "So, for you, I'm just a means to an end, right?"

"Yes.

He gave a bitter laugh. "You're heartless. You can't even lie to me anymore."

"We're not friends. I'm not responsible for your feelings, Luke. Act like a man. Stop wasting time on things that don't matter. Don't you want to know the truth? After all these years, after everything that's been manipulated, don't you want to know who's been pulling the strings?"

If Oliver was really his father, he wouldn't let Luke die so easily.

With that, I turned and walked away.

Life is fragile, and it's his choice whether to hold on.

Silas had been placed in his room, and by the time I arrived, Anna had been crying nonstop.

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her face changed instantly. "Zoey, you're the one who did this to him, aren't

the place. Perhaps he wanted to reveal to

cut out, he could only make brief

didn't say anything. I simply

quite good at shifting the blame. Did I really cause the downfall of the Sanders? And

of this. You

clear she was losing control. She wasn't the calm person

Anna yelled, her voice filled with rage. "We won't let this go. You're the next one to die! How could you do

muffled sound, perhaps trying to stop

here?" Adam stepped into

face softened with guilt.

off his own tongue, I would have wondered if he

he didn't recognize

face, Adam tried to console her. "Anna, I've watched you grow up. I don't believe you're a bad person. You know something, don't you? There's no one else here. Please tell me what happened. I just want to know how my son

Carter must have found something. What have you uncovered? We're

we've already told you everything we know. Silas's identity is a lie. His face is ruined, and he doesn't have any fingerprints. If it weren't for the DNA test, we wouldn't have discovered the truth. Someone has intentionally erased his life. If he were willing to tell the truth, he wouldn't have gone as far as

spoke up, trying to ease Adam's worry. "It's a tough situation, but at least medical technology is advanced. Don't worry too much. Our medical team will do everything they can

sighed. "I hope so. But his

so severe that only skin grafts could help, but even then, he would never look the

stepped in and said it was time for Silas to rest,

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was placed under

that the organization would reach out to her soon. We had to wait and

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but an

cry echoed through the Bolton

to our door, knocking urgently. "Sir,

Carter's arms,

""What's going on?"