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!

myself up on the damp ground

were intact; I hadn't lost any arms or

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

slight urge to

slow, unsteady steps through

Whitney, you must survive.

closer, I used the dim light outside

except for some cuts on the back of her hand

were just

their worst, the current situation was the best possible outcome

face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are you

"Chloe..."

of relief as I heard her

Does your heart

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

since she started using my heart,

thing I did before

you been

years with Taylor, knowing the

next moment. "Mom and

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

hadn't died was that I had already died

Sanders were different. Even though Josh and some of the sons were not very

lived a life of ease and privilege, as if it

toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held

harmed Whitney and me yet, it wasn't just because of

part of the Carlyns and might

had become the focal

In contrast

you Whitney's

my response was starkly different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate of the

"How's your body?

fine, but Mom and

a dark corner came a deep,

"Shouldn't they die?"

devoid of any

then saw the man

he had been standing