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.

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

seemed like

comparison, there's no

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

deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable

have clearly inherited his

presence just standing still, he exudes an aura that

his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek when

you runs so deep that

bloodstains on them, with no visible signs

thumb was gone, severed

from

to Yael and heavily armed, stood

patch spreading at his crotch.

hair and aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there wasn't

nothing but retribution.

them seize the empire, they

grandfather's incompetence and et

the Sanders,

pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting themselves before anything

to a halt in front of

gaze, his legs shaking so

you've made a mess in my place. What

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

hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe

must have felt a deep sorrow at the sight of this.

actions had earned Dominic's approval. He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back,

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and someone immediately handed him a

pressed against Greg's chin, so close to

voice was icy, "Do you

blinked, his voice barely a

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

was a twisted

tossed the knife aside. "You have five minutes. If you don't kill anyone,

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

the Sanders,

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