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.

on a photo. It

in her 40s or 50s, appeared youthful-barely in her 30s-and carried an air of

photo, she was cold and unsmiling, appearing naive, like

her was tall and dignified, bearing a strong resemblance to Taylor. His arm rested gently on Amber's shoulder, his expression

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

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

demeanor, the man and the boys exuded happiness. It was their only family

father

on his

to take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a monster, but

to the 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

suffered too? My father lived through the bitterness of the previous generation's grievances, battling severe schizophrenia and depression. He saw his

The truth remained murky, and Grandma

the Carlyns' graves on Rosbel

to Carter, Yael continued, "And you, do you think my mother treated you poorly? She's never shown us brothers a single smile. Yet over the past decade, she's sent

Amber's attempt to kill me, she

for him, while her son clung to the memory of a

he's unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she leaves, the rest of the Carlyns might target her. Don't forget how tragic your end was. What's more important- freedom

think Whitney is the one wronged. But from my perspective, it's Taylor.

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

why you took Chloe?" Carter asked calmly, refusing to be

kill Chloe. He had no choice but to hand her over to me. I liked her and wanted her by my side.

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"Don't be so

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his mindset was more like a child's than an

heart and her body