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.

landed on

youthful-barely in her 30s-and carried an air

and unsmiling, appearing

dignified, bearing a strong resemblance to Taylor. His arm rested gently on Amber's shoulder,

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

was Yael, around a year old, wearing yellow duck overalls, his chubby cheeks and soft, slightly curly hair giving him

Amber's serious demeanor, the man and the boys exuded happiness. It was their only family

did your father pass away?" I

replied, lying on his pillow with his

take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a monster, but you've

freedom, Taylor provided her with the best he could. If not for him, she might've ended up as a blood donor, an

My father lived through the bitterness of the previous generation's grievances, battling severe schizophrenia and depression. He saw his parents die and endured a lifetime of pain, even in his short

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

Carlyns' graves on

you poorly? She's never shown us brothers a single smile. Yet over the past decade, she's sent people to protect you, cooked for you, and

Amber's attempt to

while her son clung to the

her as well as he does. Do you think he's unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she leaves, the rest of

one wronged. But from my perspective, it's Taylor. Without him, her fate might've been

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

took Chloe?" Carter

to hand her over to me. I

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hardened, "Don't

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

we agreed. My heart and her body were