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

photo, she was cold and unsmiling,

and dignified, bearing a strong resemblance to Taylor. His

of them were two children dressed in formal attire,

charm. He looked remarkably like Amber, with a sweet smile that radiated innocence. Unlike Amber's serious demeanor, the man and the

father pass away?" I

car accident," Yael replied, lying on his pillow

away. You see Taylor as a monster,

could've ended as easily as squashing an insect. Despite restricting her freedom, Taylor provided her with the best he could. If not for him, she might've ended up as a blood donor, an

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 depression. He saw his parents die and endured a lifetime of pain, even

couldn't counter Yael's words. The truth remained murky, and Grandma

the Carlyns' graves on Rosbel Island were

Carter, Yael

never shown us brothers a single smile, Yet over the past decade, she's sent people to

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 of a simple ravioli

if Whitney leaves

let her go? Or is he afraid

more important-freedom

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

Carter silently

to notice me and smile at me. But her attention was always

you took Chloe?" Carter asked calmly, refusing to be

her and wanted her by my side. What's

me that his mindset was more like a child's than an adult's. Arguing with him felt like

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

removing the chip was a

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