Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 428 Wanting to End It All

How wonderful life would be if Taylor weren't part of the Carlyns.

I sighed softly and turned around. Carter and Yael were nowhere in sight. A sound of anguish from Yael's bedroom caught my attention. Worried that Carter might lose control and harm Yael fatally, I decided to follow the noise. The room reeked of blood. Carter stood there, his sleeves rolled up and his watch set aside. A dagger glinted in his hand, its blade smeared with some kind of ointment. His eyes burned with a cold, lethal intent. "So, dear cousin, do you like my wife that much?" His tone was icy, his voice sharp.

He let the blade glide slowly across Yael's back. I could see the blurred wound, and the uninjured skin dotted with goosebumps.

I had never seen anyone use a knife to apply medicine.

For a moment, I couldn't tell who was more perverted.

"Carl." Pushing the slightly open door wider, I stepped inside.

Carter's expression flickered with a trace of unease when he noticed me, while Yael looked up with an air of innocence. "Chloe ..."

Carter quickly tossed aside the knife in his hand. "Don't get the wrong idea. I was just cutting open his bandages."

I glanced at Yael's bleeding back and gave a faint smile. "Go ahead. It's fine."

I didn't hold anything against Carter because I knew Yael wasn't innocent.

Yael's difficult past wasn't my doing, but he was the reason Carter and I were separated. The pain he inflicted on me, like taking away my voice, remained undeniable.

Since Carter had always stood by me without hesitation, I felt compelled to not let him down. Our bond had already transcended the boundaries of life and death.

Yael's gaze flickered with disappointment, but I chose to ignore it, instead diverting my attention to his room.

Carter, clearly fed up with the chaos, had set the knife aside and started tending to Yael's wound.

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a photo. It depicted a couple with two children.

50s, appeared youthful-barely in her 30s-and carried an air

was cold and unsmiling, appearing naive,

man beside her was tall and dignified, bearing a strong resemblance to Taylor. His arm

children dressed in formal attire,

and soft, slightly curly hair giving him a cherubic charm. He looked remarkably like

father pass away?"

car accident," Yael replied, lying on his pillow

silence, he added, "Chloe, I know you plan to take Whitney away. You see Taylor as a

as easily as squashing an insect. Despite restricting her freedom, Taylor provided her with the

do you know about us? You see the Sanders as victims, but haven't we suffered too? My father lived through the bitterness of the previous generation's grievances, battling severe schizophrenia and

remained murky, and Grandma still couldn't

the Carlyns' graves on Rosbel Island were

Carter, Yael

poorly? She's never shown us brothers a single smile, Yet over the past decade, she's sent people to protect you, cooked for you, and cleared paths

stayed silent. Apart from Amber's attempt to kill me, she hadn't

how, during his illness, Amber cared for him, while her son clung to the memory

Whitney leaves

anyone who treats her as well as he does. Do you think he's unwilling to let her go? Or is he afraid to? If she

more important-freedom

is the one wronged. But from my perspective, it's Taylor. Without him, her

Carter silently wrapped

was for my mother to notice me and smile at me. But her attention was always on you. Do you know how much I envied

Chloe?" Carter asked calmly, refusing to be

and wanted her by my side. What's wrong

child's than an adult's. Arguing with him felt like picking a fight

we agreed. My heart and her body were perfectly compatible, and her

was fine, and removing the chip was a minor procedure with