Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 463 The Sanders Are Guilty, But Not to This Extent!

I frowned as I looked at Josh. "Judging from the letter's contents, Grandma seemed to have a decent relationship with the Commander's wife-at the very least, not a bad one. So why would she send a woman to the Commander?"

Josh let out a cold laugh. "Do you think things in the world of power and ambition are ever that simple? Mrs. Carlyn Senior had just been discharged from the hospital after a difficult childbirth. On her way home, an accident occurred. She lifted the curtain of the carriage to see what was going on outside-and that's when Commander laid eyes on her for the first time.

"The Commander found out who she was and hinted to my mother that he wanted Mrs. Carlyn Senior. The Sanders relied heavily on the Commander, so my mother, for the sake of the family, handled the dirty work the Commander couldn't openly do. She navigated the delicate balance between the Commander and his wife. While the Sanders are undoubtedly at fault, the true villains are the Commander and his wife!

"They used my mother's hand to commit their crimes and then walked away unscathed, leaving our family to face this catastrophe."

Josh thought of his innocent child who had died and his own leg, now crippled. Even with surgery and a prosthetic, things would never be the same.

His eyes reddened slightly. "The Sanders are guilty, but not to this extent!"

"What else do you know? Where did the Commander and his wife go after that?"

He shook his head. "At the time, after the Carlyns' bodies were sent back, Mom suggested paying compensation to settle the matter and ensuring the Carlyns were properly comforted and buried. But the Commander's wife dismissed it coldly, saying, 'A worthless life, serves them right for dying!

"I remember that Mrs. Carlyn Senior was beautiful and gentle in nature. When she stayed at the Sanders residence, the Commander was very fond of her, visiting nearly every night. But the Commander's wife was so domineering that, unable to take her frustrations out on him, she turned her anger on the delicate woman. She found ways to torment her and was even more ruthless toward the Carlyns. I was still young at the time, so I only remember a few heated confrontations with the Carlyns. Later, Mrs. Carlyn Senior was sent away by my mother, and I thought that was the end of it. Then, at a dinner hosted by the Boltons, Mr. Ronald tried to assassinate my mother and the Commander, but was stopped when Mr. Bolton intervened. I don't know the Commander and his wife that well, but Mr. Bolton might know something." Right, Mr. Bolton!

I almost forgot about him. He was around back then, but the Boltons were different from the Sanders.

The Sanders rose to power, but the Boltons stood strong for centuries. He must know the Commander!

Now the situation was becoming clearer. The Carlyns' goal was to go after the Sanders; it had nothing to do with the Boltons.

But why did Wisteria want to marry into the Boltons? Sheila's death....

Wait, no! There was definitely something we had overlooked.

This matter wasn't over!

WA

Chapter 463 The Sanders Are Guilty, But Not to This Extent!

"Keep looking for more clues related to the Commander and his wife."

"Got it, sis. Don't worry, I'll dig deeper."

"I'm going to head back to the Boltons for now."

Finished

I drove to the Bolton Residence. After the death of his wife and child, Adam looked much like Josh-his face pale, lifeless.

When I arrived, he was sitting in the yard, basking in the sun. The once spirited guy now seemed like an elderly man nearing the end of his life.

He was lying in a chair, covered with a blanket, appearing completely indifferent to the world around him.

Hugo gestured for me to be quiet. "Mr. Adam just fell asleep. He's been having insomnia lately, and this is the only time he can get some rest."

I nodded in understanding and quietly entered the living room.

"Where's Dad?"

"Mr. Bolton is in the study. Mr. Carter went to Jaford, and with Mr. Adam unable to focus, even though Mr. Luke is helping out, he's mostly resting and treating his illness. Only Mr. Bolton is holding things together for the Boltons."

I sighed. Whether I was in Zoey's body or Chloe's, the old man had always treated me well.

After Grandma left, he was the only elder who truly cared for me.

I went to the kitchen to make some ginseng soup and knocked on the door.

Coughing came from inside. "Come in."

I pushed the door open and entered. "Dad."

:ffrey, thinking it was the butler, didn't look up at first. But when he heard my voice, he quickly looked up.

The moment he looked at me, his eyes, slightly moist beneath his reading glasses, softened.

"Good girl, come here, let Grandpa have a look at you."

He referred to himself as Grandpa, not Dad.

It seemed Carter had already filled him in.

and placed the soup on

off his glasses and reached out his hand, signaling for me to come

him call himself "Grandpa" before me stirred my

a spirit, I witnessed everyone's reactions, which made me even more aware of who

The Sanders Are Guilty,

secretly searched for me. On that snowy night when he discovered the statue,

called out to him,

my good child, my obedient

you too much. Luke, that fool,

you may not have become my granddaughter-in-law, but you can still be my daughter-in-law. That's still

old man was overjoyed, gently patting my head. "It's so good-living is so good. Ah, cough,

helped him sit down. "Dad, are you

IT

meeting the other day. Old age is taking its toll

the responsibility of supporting the Boltons, he probably would

so if you

happy as long as you and

soup first. I made

Good child."

the old man sipped his soup, I glanced at the pile of

his age, he should be enjoying his retirement, yet he was called back to work with such a heavy

mother better now. Jeffrey was principled, tough, and had

forties, like Bill was now-handsome, in great shape,

there's something I need

here about the Commander, right?

"The Sanders are

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Guilty, But Not to This

as I looked at Josh. "Judging from the letter's contents, Grandma seemed to have a decent relationship with the Commander's wife-at the very least, not a bad

after a difficult childbirth. On her way home,

she was and hinted to my mother that he wanted Mrs. Carlyn Senior. The Sanders relied heavily on the Commander, so my mother, for the sake of the family, handled the dirty work the Commander

then walked away

his own leg, now crippled. Even with surgery and a prosthetic, things would never be

Sanders are guilty, but not

know? Where did the Commander and his wife go after

matter and ensuring the Carlyns were properly comforted and buried. But the Commander's wife dismissed it coldly, saying, 'A worthless life, serves them

him, she turned her anger on the delicate woman. She found ways to torment her and was even more ruthless toward the Carlyns. I was still young at the time, so I only remember a few heated confrontations with the Carlyns.

Right, Mr. Bolton!

He was around back then, but the Boltons

power, but the Boltons stood strong for

situation was becoming clearer. The Carlyns' goal was to go after

Wisteria want to marry

was definitely something we had

This matter wasn't over!

WA

Guilty, But Not to

more clues related to the Commander

Don't

going to head back to

Finished

drove to the Bolton Residence. After the death of his wife and child,

I arrived, he was sitting in the yard, basking in the sun. The once

a blanket, appearing

just fell asleep. He's been

nodded in understanding and quietly

"Where's Dad?"

the study. Mr. Carter went to Jaford, and with Mr. Adam unable to focus, even though Mr. Luke is helping out, he's mostly resting and treating his illness. Only Mr. Bolton is holding things together for

was in Zoey's body or Chloe's, the old

left, he was the only

some ginseng soup and knocked on the

from inside.

door open

at first. But when he

eyes, slightly moist beneath his reading glasses,

let Grandpa have a look

referred to himself as Grandpa,

seemed Carter had already filled him

the door and placed the soup

off his glasses and reached out his hand, signaling for me to come

hearing him call himself "Grandpa"