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

suddenly seemed like an

there's no

flare up like a

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

of his sons have

still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake

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

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

Josh only had some bloodstains on them, with no

thumb was gone, severed clean off,

earlier must have come from

men, dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood

uncontrollably, and I noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down

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

nothing but

Penelope helped them seize the empire, they

grandfather's incompetence and et

Sanders, stripped of

trembling in fear and wetting themselves

halt in front of Greg, and he

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

coldly and said, "Hey, you've made a mess in my place. What

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

hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe the urine

felt a deep sorrow at the sight of this. The Sanders' descendants were nothing

on Greg's

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hand, and someone

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

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

voice

knife and kill any of your

was a twisted game

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

reached for the knife lying on the ground, muttering the same two words

from the Sanders, and you'll

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

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