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 and struggled to

my limbs were intact; I hadn't

superficial injuries-some cuts from the broken

spinning, and I felt a slight urge to vomit, likely from a

staggered, taking slow, unsteady steps through

Whitney, you must survive.

I got closer, I used the

for some cuts

were

the current situation was the best possible

her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are

"Chloe..."

a sigh of relief as I heard

are you? Does your

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

started using my heart, the compatibility between her body and the heart had gradually improved over the past six months, with no rejection symptoms at all. In fact,

I did

have you

with Taylor,

said, her expression suddenly changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe, something's wrong. Mom and Dad are in

to such

I hadn't died was that I had already died once, and Whitney

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

life of ease and privilege, as if it were

toward them was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held for Whitney and

wasn't just because of

part of the Carlyns and might care about his

family members had become the focal point of all their

In contrast

you Whitney's worry

was starkly different. "Sorry, I can't empathize with you on this. As for the fate of the Sanders, what matters more to

your body? Can you

and Dad... They're going

dark corner came a deep,

"Shouldn't they die?"

devoid of

then saw the

he had been standing there. He had no