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.

the light and introduced himself with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely. His voice was soft and

seemed like

comparison, there's no

a short fuse and flare up like a firecracker, but at worst, she's just a little headstrong

is the total opposite his deceptive appearance hides the

of his sons have clearly

has taken after his father's intimidating presence just standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching

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

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

some bloodstains on

gone, severed clean off, and blood was

earlier must have come from the one who lost

dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed,

at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his pant leg-he was terrified

Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there wasn't a trace of fear on

nothing but

them seize the

grandfather's incompetence and et

Sanders, stripped of even

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

halt in front of Greg,

uncontrollably under Dominic's gaze, his legs shaking so badly that urine splashed onto

a mess in my

stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right

used his sleeve to wipe

felt a deep sorrow at the sight

foot and stepped on

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someone immediately

gently pressed against Greg's chin, so close to his throat that Greg dared not move, even a

voice was icy, "Do

voice barely

the knife and kill any of your relatives here,

was a twisted game

knife aside. "You have five minutes. If

on the ground, muttering the same two words over and over,

someone from the Sanders, and

and began cracking sunflower seeds as if he had all the time in