Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 428 Wanting to End It All

How wonderful life would be if Taylor weren't part of the Carlyns.

I sighed softly and turned around. Carter and Yael were nowhere in sight. A sound of anguish from Yael's bedroom caught my attention. Worried that Carter might lose control and harm Yael fatally, I decided to follow the noise.

The room recked of blood. Carter stood there, his sleeves rolled up and his watch set aside. A dagger glinted in his hand, its blade smeared with some kind of ointment. His eyes burned with a cold, lethal intent. "So, dear cousin, do you like my wife that inuch?" His tone was icy, his voice sharp.

He let the blade glide slowly across Yael's back. I could see the blurred wound, and the uninjured skin dotted with goosebumps.

I had never seen anyone use a knife to apply medicine.

For a moment, I couldn't tell who was more perverted.

"Carl." Pushing the slightly open door wider, I stepped inside. "Cart" Pushing the slightly open do

Carter's expression flickered with a trace of unease when he noticed me, while Yael looked up with an air of innocence. "Chloe...

Carter quickly tossed aside the knife in his hand. "Don't get the wrong idea. I was just cutting open his bandages."

I glanced at Yael's bleeding back and gave a faint smile. Go ahead. It's fine."

I didn't hold anything against Carter because I knew Yael wasn't innocent.

Yael's difficult past wasn't my doing, but he was the reason Carter and I were separated. The pain he inflicted on me, like taking away my voice, remained undeniable.

Since Carter had always stood by me without hesitation, I felt compelled to not let him down. Our bond

boundaries of life and death.

had already transcended the

Yael's gaze flickered with disappointment, but I chose to ignore it, instead diverting my attention to his room.

Carter, clearly fed up with the chaos, had set the knife aside and started tending to Yael's wound.

the room, my eyes landed on a photo. It depicted

her 40s or 50s, appeared youthful-barely in

cold and unsmiling, appearing

man beside her was tall and dignified, bearing a strong resemblance to Taylor. His arm rested gently on

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

around a year old, wearing yellow duck overalls, his chubby cheeks and soft, slightly curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He looked remarkably

man and the boys exuded happiness. It was their only

father pass away?" I

lying on his

the silence, he added, "Chloe, I know you plan to take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a monster, but you've misunderstood. Without Taylor,

Carlyns at just five years old, my father's hatred for the Sanders meant her life could've ended as easily as squashing an insect. Despite restricting her freedom, Taylor provided her with the best he could. If not for him, she might've ended up as a blood donor, an organ

days, Chloe. What do you know about us? You see the Sanders as victims, but haven't we suffered too? My father lived through the bitterness of the previous generation's grievances, battling severe schizophrenia and depression. He saw his parents die

words. The truth remained murky, and Grandma still couldfi't speak

the Carlyns' graves on Rosbel Island

past decade, she's sent people to

stayed silent. Apart from Amber's attempt to

once mentioned how, during his illness, Amber cared for him, while her son clung to

let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she leaves, the rest of the Carlyns might target her. Don't

the one wronged. But from my perspective, it's Taylor. Without

was for my mother to notice me and smile at me. But her attention was always on

that why you took Chloe?" Carter asked calmly, refusing

no choice but to hand her over to me. I liked her and wanted her by my side. What's wrong with that?" Yael replied, adding pointedly, "She's not

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"Don't be so

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mindset was more like a child's than an adult's. Arguing with him felt

medical checks as we agreed. My heart and her body