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

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

photo, she was cold and unsmiling, appearing naive, like in her early

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

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

soft, slightly curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He

the boys exuded happiness. It was

your father pass away?" I

car accident," Yael replied, lying on his pillow

silence, he added, "Chloe, I know you plan to take Whitney away. You see Taylor

camo 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 best he could. If not for him, she

been with us for a few 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 and endured a lifetime of pain, even

counter Yael's words. The truth remained murky,

Carlyns' graves on Rosbel

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

Apart from Amber's attempt to

him, while her son clung to the memory of a simple ravioli

as he does. Do you think he's unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she

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

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

took Chloe?" Carter asked

hand her over to me. I liked her and wanted her by my side. What's wrong with that?"

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"Don't be

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a child's than an adult's. Arguing with

and her body were perfectly compatible, and her recovery after the surgery was