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.

with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of

Amber suddenly seemed like

comparison, there's no

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

opposite his deceptive appearance hides the fact

his sons have

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

hand, mirrors his father's smile perfectly. With his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple

way," he said, his voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that I've spent countless

on them, with no visible signs

his thumb was gone, severed clean off, and blood

from the one who lost a

to Yael and heavily armed, stood

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

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

nothing

Penelope helped them seize the

grandfather's incompetence and et

the Sanders, stripped of

next generation was even more pathetic, trembling in

steps came to a halt in front of Greg, and he turned to face

uncontrollably under Dominic's gaze, his legs shaking

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

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

sleeve to wipe the urine

the sight of this. The Sanders' descendants were nothing but

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

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his hand, and someone immediately

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

voice was icy, "Do you

voice barely

a chance. Take the knife and kill any

twisted game

aside. "You have five minutes. If you

knife lying on the ground, muttering the same two words over

the Sanders,

chair was brought over for Dominic, who sat down leisurely and began cracking sunflower seeds as if he had all