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.

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

seemed like an angel

comparison, there's no

a firecracker, but at worst, she's

is the total opposite his deceptive appearance hides the fact

his sons have

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

and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek when he grins, he looks exactly like Dominic

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

and Josh only had some bloodstains on them, with no visible

wasn't so fortunate his thumb was gone, severed clean

from the

dressed similarly to Yael and heavily

spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled

Her once transparent

is nothing

them seize the

grandfather's incompetence and et

of the Sanders, stripped

pathetic, trembling in fear and

steps came to a halt in front of Greg,

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

"Hey, you've made a mess in my place.

fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm

to

sorrow at the sight of this. The Sanders' descendants

foot and stepped on Greg's back,

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raised his hand, and someone immediately handed him

against Greg's chin, so close to his throat that

was icy, "Do you want to

blinked, his voice barely

give you a chance. Take the knife and kill any of

was a twisted game of

"You have five minutes. If you don't kill anyone, there will

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

the Sanders, and

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