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.

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

appeared youthful-barely in her

photo, she was cold and unsmiling, appearing naive, like

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

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Taylor seemed genuinely happy.

soft, slightly curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He looked remarkably like Amber, with a sweet

the boys exuded happiness.

your father pass

replied, lying on his pillow with his back

he 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

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

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

counter Yael's words. The truth remained murky, and

Carlyns' graves on

single smile. Yet over the past decade, she's sent people to protect you, cooked for you, and cleared paths

stayed silent. Apart from Amber's attempt

for him, while her son clung to the memory of a

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 her. Don't forget how tragic your end was. What's more important- freedom

perspective, it's Taylor.

was for my mother to notice me and smile at me. But her attention was

Carter

to hand her over to me. I liked her and wanted her

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voice hardened, "Don't be

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

let Whitney undergo medical checks as we agreed. My heart and