Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 413 Found His Stone of Duality

I knew I shouldn't be so pessimistic, always thinking of the worst-case scenarios.

Zoey would be fine. She had to be fine.

But no matter how much I tried to comfort myself, the image of that snowy night when Silas drove a knife into me kept replaying in my mind. Back then, I never imagined something like that could happen.

The door creaked open, and Harlan stepped out, glancing around. "Where's Janice?"

"She went back," Carter replied.

"Back? That woman left me again!" Harlan stomped his foot in anger.

Perhaps he sensed Zoey's change and was growing uneasy.

Without saying more, he rushed off, and Carter followed him.

Left alone, I stared at the leftovers from last night's takeout on the table.

Zoey's words replayed in my mind.

"May you guys live long and happy lives."

She had already prepared herself to face death.

Knowing full well the danger ahead, she still chose to walk into the lion's den. She wanted to eliminate all the threats for me.

My fists clenched tightly and the nails dug into my palms until I felt a sharp pain.

A storm of hatred brewed in my heart.

Why was the world so unfair?

The wicked roamed free, living comfortably, while the good suffered and died young.

Whitney was still trapped in her nightmare, and I had narrowly escaped death at Amber's hands.

supposed to be

fate. Zoey was willing to

ones who deserved death were Amber and the

of resentment engulfed me, spreading through

couldn't just let

from the

with bombs. Aside from the chip, her family

and

the true story of Carter's biological

Yael refuse to call Amber "mom," yet

Carter's mother

importantly, I needed to find out where Whitney's chip was hidden

table, these thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn't

care of this. You

doctor to check

returned after

off

wild, forlorn look

concern for

make sure Zoey stays safe. Don't

Whitney. If

vel.

will fall on them immediately. Their base is likely in Jaford, and they're more afraid of drawing unwanted attention than we are. Zoey's identity makes her the least likely to

tidied the table, then gently patted my head. "Don't be

matter whose blood

my veins, I'll

swneverne

them as my

gestured to him, "You're not dirty.

you some breakfast," he said, picking up the

calm, but I knew

we would face off against the

outside for