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.

"I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely. His voice was soft and gentle, yet it sent a chill

seemed like

comparison, there's no

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

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

have

still, he exudes an

on the other hand, mirrors his father's smile perfectly. With his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek when he grins, he looks exactly like Dominic does

my hatred for you runs so deep that I've

Josh only had some bloodstains on them, with no visible

severed clean off, and

from the one who

dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed,

at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his pant

Her once transparent expressions had

nothing but

Penelope helped them seize the empire, they inherited

grandfather's incompetence and et

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

in fear and wetting themselves before anything

halt in front of Greg, and he

legs shaking so badly that urine splashed onto the

said, "Hey, you've made a mess in

fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm

his sleeve to wipe the

deep sorrow at the sight

actions had earned Dominic's approval. He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back, "You are more pleasing to the eye than

Swng

and someone immediately

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

was icy, "Do

blinked, his voice barely

Take the knife and kill any of your relatives here,

twisted

knife aside. "You have five minutes.

lying on the ground, muttering

someone from the Sanders, and you'll be

over for Dominic, who sat down leisurely and began cracking sunflower seeds as if