Chapter 434 Let My Happiness Bloom on Your Grave

No matter how the Sanders acted, all I wanted was to cherish the time I had with the person I loved.

Their coldness only strengthened my determination to have a child with Carter-our legacy together

The next day, I woke up groggily around noon. My skin bore the marks of last night's passion, a reminder of the intensity between Carter and me.

After a quick shower, I changed into fresh clothes and replaced the pink floral sheets that Yael had thoughtfully laid out for me. His attention to detail didn't go unnoticed. As I bent over to spread the sheets, Carter entered, setting breakfast on the table. "Let me handle that. Go

eat."

I didn't hesitate to accept his kindness-he loved spoiling me, and I wasn't about to complain.

While enjoying the seafood congee, I casually asked, "What's happening with the Sanders? Taylor didn't kill them, did he?"

"They're alive," Carter replied. "They're still Whitney's family, after all. If Taylor had truly wanted them gone, they wouldn't have survived this long."

After everything that had happened, I finally let go of any attachment to the Sanders.

Their indifference toward me had made it clear they didn't need Wisteria's manipulations to see me as a villain. I was grateful for their coldness. It helped me move on.

The past no longer mattered. They were irrelevant to my future.

"This congee is delicious," I said with a smile. "Your aunt is a fantastic cook."

Carter finished changing the sheets and tossed them into the washing machine. He came over, gently patting my head. "I made it. When we leave, I'll cook it for you every day if you'd like."

In recent days, a quiet sadness had lingered between us, stirred by the Stone of Duality incident.

Carter often caught glimpses of sorrow in my eyes, and I knew I was disrupting his plans by forcing a smile.

But now, we didn't need to hide our emotions anymore.

Sitting beside me, he reached out with freshly cleaned hands. "Let me feed you."

"I'm not a child," I protested lightly.

"Be good. Let me take care of you," he insisted,

We didn't bring up the idea of fate anymore. We just wanted to savor each moment without regret.

I understood what he was feeling and stopped resisting offering him a warm smile. "Alright."

had become unusually attached to

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carrying a pot of sunflowers, which he placed on the table. "Chloe, these flowers are for you. Sunflowers stand for the courage to chase happiness. From now on, I want to be like a sunflower-" Before he could

expression. "Don't be too bold. Happiness is fragile and

Yaellenched his teeth

out and rapped him lightly on the head. "Show some

swear I'll carve sunflowers all over your gravestone

you live long enough to see

it was because he

had never been involved in the attempts to harm me. Having always

Whitney's wedding. I found her in

bandage, and Josh had taken his medicine. They looked much

maintained an air of

to apologize, as I always had in the past whenever I was wrongly blamed for something, just to keep

them. Instead, I walked straight over to Whitney. "The wedding staff just arrived with a selection of

them. "Your brother is injured, and

think Carl didn't hit him hard enough. He should've knocked out a few teeth to stop him

being

Maybe I should knock out a

But in the past six months, I haven't had a single good night's sleep because of your death. We've already faced retribution. We're family-don't hold a grudge. Go apologize

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"Sure, let's go."

"Chloe, come back here!"

The Chloe they knew

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didn't even glance back

her lip. "Chloe, I'm sorry. relationship with them

my fault that your

of this is our fault-it's theirs. I won't stop you from being kind to them, but to me, they're no

as we left. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder if Taylor would Sanders after the wedding or if he'd use them as leverage to keep Whitney

spare

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