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.

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 and gentle, yet it sent a chill down

seemed like an angel

comparison, there's no

short fuse and flare up like a firecracker, but

the total opposite his deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable

have

exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching its prey,

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

deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this day." He moved with a graceful stride, but I could see the three

on them, with no visible

so fortunate his thumb was gone, severed

from the one who

men, dressed similarly to Yael and

uncontrollably, and I noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch.

aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there

nothing

helped them seize the empire, they

grandfather's incompetence and et

of the Sanders, stripped

was even more pathetic, trembling in fear and

halt in front of Greg, and he

Dominic's gaze, his legs shaking so

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

fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I'll

his sleeve to wipe the urine from the

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

approval. He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back,

Swng

hand, and someone

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

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

voice barely

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

twisted

"You have five minutes. If you don't

the knife lying on the ground, muttering the same two

someone from the Sanders, and you'll

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

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