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.

stepped 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

seemed like an

comparison, there's no

a

appearance hides the fact that he's capable of

his sons have clearly

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

and a faint dimple appearing on his

said, his voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this day."

had some bloodstains on them,

severed clean off, and blood was gushing

come from

men, dressed similarly to Yael and heavily

a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his pant leg-he was

stood calm and composed. Her once

nothing but

seize the empire,

grandfather's incompetence and et

of the Sanders, stripped of even the

more pathetic, trembling in

came to a halt in front of Greg, and

gaze, his legs shaking so badly that urine splashed

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

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

his sleeve to

have felt a deep sorrow at the sight of this.

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

Swng

his hand, and someone immediately handed

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

me," Dominic's voice was icy,

his voice

and kill any of your

a twisted

knife aside. "You have five minutes. If you

lying on the ground, muttering the same two words over and over, "Kill,

kill someone from the Sanders, and

sat down leisurely and began cracking sunflower seeds as