Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 394 Seventy-two Hours

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After hearing the entire story, I was quiet for a long time.

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I had gone to the Sanders intentionally, hoping Josh would tell me the truth about the Carlyns. The moment I mentioned the name Carlyn, I saw his reaction. He knew the name but pretended not to.

It was clear he was hiding something-he didn't want to be exposed.

Now I understood why Anna-no, Wisteria-had such a deep grudge against Penelope. It wasn't just cruelty. It was personal.

It felt like a twist of fate.

My grandmother had lifted the Sanders to heights they didn't deserve, and now her descendants were too ordinary to hold onto that legacy. The Sanders couldn't even maintain their wealth for three generations.

And Whitney-she had followed in the footsteps of the Carlyn matriarch, locked away in a basement by Taylor, just as a prisoner would be.

This was the universe's way of meting out justice for the victims.

My death was tragic, yes, but so was the story of the Carlyns.

The matriarch of the Carlyns had been reduced to a pawn, simply because she was beautiful. In that chaotic era, others used her, treating her worse than an object.

Penelope had caused the death of the Carlyns, and now the Sanders had to pay for the lives they ruined. It was a cycle.

"I'm sorry, I muttered, my head lowering

"Chloe, do you know what we've been through all these years?" Yael's voice was heavy with bitterness. "My father and my uncle lost their minds. They lived every day in pain over the people they lost. As long as we're alive, we can't forget the hatred. As long as the Sanders live, the Carlyns can never have peace

Yael squatted in front of me, his finger brushing my check. "We've already put everyone in the Sanders family on our list. I understand you more than you understand yourself. From the moment you switched your sister's fate, our revenge on the Sanders began. But they're lucky. That old woman still has one life. left, hidden by you, and your parents... Greg is still alive, too."

"You can rest easy. Soon, they'll join the old man. A family should be together-right? Before they die, I'll make sure they know the truth-how they killed their own daughter for an imposter. They shall die in regret."

"You've already died once. I won't hurt you again. All you need to do is stand by my side and watch the Sanders' fall

His eyes locked onto mine, arid for a moment, I had no words.

If what he said was true, the Sanders were responsible. But what about me? Could I truly call myself innocent?

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What about the Carlyns who died? Weren't they innocent?

its mark on

the Carlyn brothers-they weren't

cast a long shadow over their family, year after year, day

and pulled out gold

preparing for the climb-water, food, But no, they were offerings

and sprinkled the power toward the

The Sanders have come to bow

powder danced in the wind,

spirit remained. Yael was filled with

I stayed kneeling, my head lowered

flames growing stronger with each

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"Grandpa, you can rest now. The old hag only

The photo on the plaque showed

the black-and-white image, the man's gentle expression and the woman's delicate beauty were unmistakable. Thinking of their tragic end, I couldn't figure out how to judge the Sanders for what

monster, unforgivable. To me, she was the only grandparent who had ever truly cared

had long learned that people aren't easily defined.

bring myself to see Grandma through

So, I stayed kneeling.

the price the

at me. "Chloe, I know you're not to blame, but your sin is to be born to the Sanders. Your grandmother's debt? You'll pay for it. I don't want your life, just your kneeling until the candles burn out. Then, the hatred

candles would take at least three days and nights to burn completely. He intended for me to kneel

had no choice.

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cold. "Do you feel wronged? My grandfather was on his knees the same way you are, pleading with him to spare my grandmother. He spoke the words, but Quintus nearly

I don't feel wronged. This

my words

patient.

in torment every day, and by 39, he died of depression. He didn't get a second chance

Tm sorry."

walked

family cemetery, and there could be hidden cameras. If he noticed. I had moved, he might use my life to settle

he left, a deep fear

race. It was the unsettling sounds from the distance the hiss of

chill straight to

surroundings, just to be safe. I couldn't afford to take

and the pain

candles

tombstone, sighed, and muttered. "Mr. and Mrs. Carlyn, have mercy on me. I've already died once. I don't want to face that again. I have people I need to protect. If