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.

I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a photo. It depicted a couple with

50s, appeared youthful-barely

unsmiling, appearing

resemblance to

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

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

the man and the boys exuded happiness.

your father pass

a car accident," Yael replied, lying on his pillow with his

I know you plan to take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a monster, but you've misunderstood. Without Taylor, she would've died a

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 source, or worse, someone's plaything. He's always been

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 still

on Rosbel Island were

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 people to protect you,

Amber's attempt to kill me, she

while her son clung to the memory of a simple ravioli

her go? Or is he afraid to?

my perspective, it's Taylor. Without him, her fate might've been worse than

sadness. "All I ever wanted was for my mother to notice me and smile at

Chloe?" Carter asked calmly,

me. I liked her and wanted

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hardened, "Don't be

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

we agreed. My heart and