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.

quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely. His voice was soft and gentle, yet it sent a chill

Amber suddenly seemed like an angel in

comparison, there's

up like a firecracker, but at worst, she's just

opposite his deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable of committing the most merciless

of his sons have clearly inherited

presence just standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching its prey,

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

you runs so deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this day." He moved with

some bloodstains on

fortunate his thumb was gone, severed clean off, and blood was

come from the one who

men, dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood

patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his

with her gray hair and aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there wasn't a trace of fear on her face or in her

is nothing

helped them seize

grandfather's incompetence and et

of the Sanders, stripped of even the most basic

pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting

to a halt in front

his legs shaking so badly that

you've made a mess in my place. What should we do

petrified with fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I'll clean

to wipe the urine

the sight of this. The Sanders'

foot and stepped on

Swng

hand, and someone immediately

gently pressed against Greg's chin, so close to his

me," Dominic's voice was icy, "Do you want

blinked, his voice barely a whisper.

the knife and kill any of your relatives here, and you'll

a twisted game of

tossed the knife aside. "You have five minutes. If you don't kill anyone,

on the ground, muttering the same two words

someone from the

Dominic, who sat down leisurely and began cracking sunflower seeds as if he