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.

room, my eyes landed on a photo. It

or 50s, appeared youthful-barely in her 30s-and carried

cold and unsmiling, appearing naive, like in

to Taylor. His arm rested

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

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

and the boys

father pass away?" I

replied, lying on his pillow with

added, "Chloe, 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 long

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 might've ended up as a blood donor, an organ source, or worse, someone's plaything. He's always been her

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

couldn't counter Yael's words. The truth remained murky, and Grandma still

Carlyns' graves on

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,

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

him, while her son clung to the memory of a

unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she leaves, the rest of the Carlyns might target her.

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

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

Carter

to kill Chloe. He had no choice but to hand her over to me. I liked her and wanted her by my side. What's wrong with that?" Yael replied, adding pointedly, "She's not

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"Don't

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

agreed. My heart and her body were perfectly compatible, and her recovery after the surgery was going