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

I hadn't

injuries-some cuts from

slight urge to vomit, likely from a

steps through the

Whitney, you must survive.

closer, I used the dim light

for some cuts on the

were just

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

touched her face and hoarsely whispered, "Whitney, are

"Chloe..."

sigh of relief as I heard her

you? Does your

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

things are hard to explain. Whitney had once undergone a heart transplant. The heart had a strong rejection reaction after surgery, but since she started using my heart, the compatibility between

thing I did before I died at least

you been here

had spent many years with Taylor,

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

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

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

of the sons were not very capable,

and privilege, as if

hatred toward them was undoubtedly deeper than

me yet, it wasn't just because of

was still part of the Carlyns

had become the focal point of all their

In contrast

you Whitney's

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

your body?

Mom and Dad... They're going

corner came a deep, male

"Shouldn't they die?"

voice was soft, devoid of any

to look and only then saw the

dressed in all black, and I couldn't tell how long he had been standing there. He