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!

propped myself up on the damp ground and struggled to stand

intact; I hadn't lost any

only superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken glass, which explained the

was spinning, and I felt a slight

staggered, taking slow, unsteady steps

Whitney, you must survive.

used the

except for some cuts on the back of her

were just small

things had reached their worst, the current situation was the best possible outcome in

gently touched her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are you

"Chloe..."

of relief

Does your heart

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

surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the heart had gradually

thing I did

have you been

spent many years with Taylor, knowing

moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe, something's wrong. Mom and Dad are in

her saying it, I had already suspected this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather all

died was that I had already died once, and Whitney had suffered

the Sanders were different. Even though Josh and some of the sons were not very capable, they had

privilege, as

them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held

harmed Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just because of our family ties, like Taylor's deep love for

part of the

family members had become the focal

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

empathize with you on this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to me is you." I tried

body? Can you

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

came a deep, male voice, its age

"Shouldn't they die?"

soft, devoid of any emotion-neither

only then

in all black, and I couldn't tell how long he had been standing there. He had no presence, like