Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

At last, I see the source of the Carlyn brothers' unhinged behavior.

Amber stood before him, exuding the innocence of someone completely naive.

Whether Penelope truly committed those terrible acts, I can't say. What I do know is that, for as long as I can remember, she's always treated me with warmth and care.

Before my wedding, she was constantly concerned I might face mistreatment, going out of her way to ensure I had everything I needed, even offering the entire family fortune as part of my dowry. After I disappeared, she was the only one in the Sanders who stayed up countless nights, relentlessly searching for any trace of me.

And yet, he's asking me to spill the blood of the elder I love most!

Among the Sanders, Penelope is more straightforward. She likely arrived by plane, though her slightly disheveled hair hints at a rushed journey.

With everything that's happened lately, I haven't had the chance to dwell on Penelope. I never expected to encounter her again under such grim circumstances.

Damian has faithfully served Carter for countless years, and it's clear that Dominic managed to track Penelope down using Damian as a link.

He avoided harming Penelope before, likely biding his time until the moment our family was whole once more.

"Chloe." Penelope's speech has come a long way since before she can now say my full name without stumbling.

I had just told Whitney not to overthink things, but when it comes to my troubles, I've learned it's easier said than done.

"Grandma."

Without hesitation, I dashed toward her.

The sight of her, with her white hair and a face so worn down, pierced my heart with pain.

For someone as resilient as her, has she ever endured such a devastating chapter in her life?

I pulled her into a firm embrace. "Grandma, I'm so sorry. I failed to protect you properly."

"You... you're alive. That's all that matters," she said, her voice trembling.

There wasn't a hint of fear on her face just pure happiness at reuniting with someone she loved.

"Grandma, I found Whitney. She's your granddaughter," I told her gently.

With tears in her eyes, Whitney finally made her way to Penelope's side. "Grandma ... " she murmured softly.

"Good, good," Penelope said warmly, her gaze filled with relief as she looked at us. Then her eyes shifted to Dominic.

"You are..." she asked hesitantly, unsure of his identity, as Dominic appeared to her like a man in his thirties.

am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely. His voice was soft and gentle, yet

Amber suddenly seemed like an

comparison, there's no

and flare up like a firecracker, but

his deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable of

his sons have

still, he exudes an aura that

other hand, mirrors his father's smile perfectly. With his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek

for bringing you here in such a crude way," he said, his voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this day." He moved with a graceful stride, but I could see the three members of the Sanders shaking with

bloodstains on

so fortunate his thumb was gone, severed clean off, and blood was gushing from

scream earlier must have come from the one

other men, dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood nearby, their

noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of

her gray hair and aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened;

nothing but

seize the empire, they

grandfather's incompetence and et

to the downfall of the Sanders,

was even more pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting themselves before anything had even

in front of Greg, and he turned to face

shaking so badly that urine splashed

and said, "Hey, you've made a mess

fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm sorry,

used his sleeve to wipe the urine from

sight of this. The Sanders' descendants were nothing

earned Dominic's approval. He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back, "You are more pleasing to

Swng

and someone immediately handed him a

to his throat that Greg dared

Dominic's voice was icy, "Do

blinked, his voice barely a whisper.

I'll give you a chance. Take the knife and kill any of your

was a twisted game

aside. "You have five minutes. If you don't

muttering

kill someone from the Sanders, and you'll

began cracking