Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 423 Lunatic

We held each other tightly, Whitney trembling with emotion.

"Chloe, did she hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," I reassured her.

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Whitney, unconvinced, let go of my hands and circled me, inspecting every inch as if to make sure I was unharmed. Only after confirming I was fine did she finally exhale in relief. Taylor, still nursing his bleeding wrist, looked equally astonished. "She didn't lay a hand on you?"

I glanced at the wound on his wrist, evidence of Whitney's fierce resistance, though he seemed entirely indifferent to the pain.

"Not only did she not hurt me," I said with quiet confidence, "but she'll send me back herself. Do you believe that?"

Taylor's brows furrowed, but after a moment, he muttered, "You're still standing here unharmed, so yeah, I guess it's not impossible."

Whitney quickly interjected, her voice urgent. "Chloe, then you should leave right away!"

I wasn't just planning to leave; I wanted Amber to personally send both Whitney and me out the door.

This was the best chance I'd get. Still, Taylor's possessiveness toward Whitney was a looming obstacle, and I knew better than to reveal my intentions in front of him.

I reached out, gently cupping Whitney's face. "I just want to spend a little more time with you."

"Chloe, you're too naive," she murmured, shaking her head.

Naive? Maybe.

But I also knew Taylor must have used me as leverage to control her over the years.

Whitney could have given up long ago, but she endured all of it-for the Sanders family.

If she could bear so much, then helping her was the least I could do.

"Don't worry about me," I said with a reassuring smile. Just rest. Stop overthinking.

Obediently, she nodded, though the worry in her eyes lingered.

Both Whitney and Taylor knew Amber's nature far better than I did. If she had intended to harm me, I wouldn't still be breathing.

The fact that she hadn't made a move was proof enough-I was safe.

the world

seemed to echo with the faint sound of my footsteps on the hardwood

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inside.

me was a gesture of mercy She never expected I'd have the audacity to

the one everyone feared-was unprepared for this

of the door unlocking alerted her. She sat up in bed, her voice

toward her. "Amber, it's me. Don't you remember? I'm the one Silas stabbed-one blade straight through me. It

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her bedside lamp shattered-the-darkness, its warm yellow light flooding

mine. "Chloe, have you lost your mind? What are you doing here,

you sleeping well? Because I'm

I pulled back her blanket and lay down beside her. Amber's eyes widened in disbelief, her

pushing your luck!" she hissed, her teeth clenched. "Do you think I

Carter won't live much longer either. Would you be able to stomach that? Amber, I've figured out your

remove the chip and let her

you that no one has ever dared to threaten me? You can cut yourself, throw a tantrum, or even kill yourself-l couldn't care less. Just get out of

to one demand would only invite more. She wouldn't give

pulled out a dagger, its blade glinting under the soft light. Positioning it over my wrist, I fixed

willing to

blade sliced

was no hesitation or build-up. My movements were too fast, catching her completely off guard. Bright red blood spread across the bed like

"Sorry for messing up your bed. But don't you

are you out of your mind?" Amber fumed, her rage palpable as

the blood-dripping knife and gave her a bright, cheerful smile. "Amber, all I want is for Whitney to leave safely. I know exactly what I'm doing. If you don't believe

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you and Carter take care of

before. It looks dramatic and bleeds a lot, but

from my hand, her movements sharp and full of anger. Then, grabbing a towel, she pressed it firmly against

fall in love with someone as twisted as you? Do you even think about him when you pull stunts like this? His life is tied to yours! Is this what his love

have you made up your mind yet? Because if you haven't, I can just bleed out here and

she snapped, exasperated but cornered. Then, after a moment of silence, she relented, "Fine. I'll do

pressed the towel harder against my wrist, pulling out her phone to make a call. Not long after, a man in

sitting at the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette and