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.

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

she was cold and unsmiling, appearing naive,

dignified, bearing a strong resemblance to Taylor. His arm rested gently on

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He looked remarkably like Amber, with a sweet smile that radiated

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

your father pass away?" I

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

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

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,

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

Yael's words. The truth remained murky,

the Carlyns' graves on Rosbel

single smile. Yet over the past decade, she's sent people to

from Amber's attempt to kill me, she hadn't

her son clung to the memory of

anyone who treats 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 the Carlyns might target

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

his sadness. "All I ever wanted was for my mother to notice me

Carter

to me. I liked her and wanted her by my side. What's wrong with that?" Yael replied, adding pointedly, "She's not yours

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voice hardened, "Don't be so

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

and