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.

calmly into the light and introduced himself with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of

to him, Amber suddenly seemed like an angel

comparison, there's no

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

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

sons have

standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching its prey, sending shivers

a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek when he grins, he

so deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this

only had some bloodstains on

severed clean off, and blood was

earlier must have come from the one

to Yael and heavily armed, stood nearby, their

his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down

calm and composed. Her once transparent

nothing

them seize the

grandfather's incompetence and et

leading to the downfall of the Sanders, stripped of even the most basic

more pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting

in front of Greg, and he turned to face

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

made a mess in my

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

his sleeve to wipe the urine

at the sight of

and stepped on Greg's back, "You are more pleasing to the eye than

Swng

his hand, and someone immediately handed him

against Greg's chin, so close to

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

voice barely a whisper.

a chance. Take the knife and kill any of your relatives here,

a twisted game of

minutes. If you don't kill anyone,

lying on the ground, muttering the same two

the Sanders, and you'll be

chair was brought over for Dominic, who sat down leisurely and began cracking sunflower seeds