Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 440 The Evil Devil, You Finally Showed Up

I was terrified to wake up.

I was afraid that when I regained consciousness, I would once again become a spirit, watching my body being torn apart.

I also feared that I might not have any consciousness at all, unable to even take one last look at Carter, still not having had the chance to say goodbye.

Before regaining full awareness, searing pain overwhelmed me.

The moment I felt the pain, I was strangely relieved; if I could still feel pain, it meant I was alive, not just a wandering soul.

As long as I was alive, I still had a chance.

My head and body ached from the impacts, each part of me throbbing.

The images from before I lost consciousness resurfaced the sight of Zoey being discarded to the green belt, Harlan crawling toward her. She should be okay, right? What about Whitney? Was her heart okay?

I suddenly opened my eyes, and only then did I realize my current situation.

Whitney was not far from me, still unconscious.

I scanned the surroundings. We were locked in a water prison, but fortunately, the water level wasn't too high-just a shallow layer that hadn't even covered my feet. The ground was damp. The room was dark and musty, with only a small, square iron window.

Outside, it was pitch black; it had already turned night.

I listened carefully, hearing the sound of waves from afar.

I had a suspicion in my heart-was this the island that Yael once brought me to?

If the Carlyns were seeking revenge, they would definitely bring us to their burial ground.

Whitney's huge fish-tail wedding dress spread out on the ground, with diamonds scattered all over, glinting coldly in the darkness.

She was already slender and pale, resembling a stranded mermaid. Her entire form exuded a sense of fragility-beautiful, yet heartbreaking.

The dagger was scattered in the car.

I looked down and saw that the silver necklace around my neck was still there.

As long as the island didn't block signals, Carter would be able to detect my presence!

on the damp ground and struggled to

were intact; I hadn't lost any

superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken glass, which

I felt a slight urge to vomit,

staggered, taking slow, unsteady steps through the water, heading toward

Whitney, you must survive.

got closer, I used the dim light

didn't have any obvious injuries, except for some cuts on the back of her hand from the

they were just small

things had reached their worst, the current situation was the best

and hoarsely whispered,

"Chloe..."

of relief as

Does your

eyes. "Chloe, I'm fine. You've been protecting

started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the heart had gradually

thing I did before I died at least

you

spent many years with Taylor,

suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney

I had already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all of the Sanders together through Taylor,

was that I had already died

Even though Josh and some of the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable life under Grandma's protection for

and privilege, as if it

toward them was undoubtedly deeper than

and me yet, it wasn't just because

the

the focal point of

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

this. As for the fate of the

body?

fine, but Mom and Dad... They're going to

a

"Shouldn't they die?"

soft, devoid of any

only then saw the man in

how long he had been standing there. He