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!

damp

I hadn't lost any

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

spinning, and I felt a slight

slow, unsteady steps through the

Whitney, you must survive.

got closer, I used the dim light outside to

have any obvious injuries, except for some cuts on the back of her

they were just

current situation was the

gently touched her face and hoarsely

"Chloe..."

finally breathed a sigh of relief as I heard

Does your

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

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 her body and the heart had gradually improved over the past six months, with

most valuable thing I did before I died at least I protected my

have you been

Taylor, knowing the Carlyns better

changing in the next moment. "Mom and Dad!" Whitney grabbed my hand. "Chloe,

this. The enemy had gone to such great lengths to gather

had

of the sons were not very capable, they had lived a comfortable life under Grandma's

ease and privilege, as

was undoubtedly deeper than the one they held for

it wasn't just

he was still part of the Carlyns and might care about

Sander family members had become the focal point of all their

In contrast

you Whitney's

you on this. As for the fate of the

body? Can you

fine, but Mom and Dad...

came a deep, male voice,

"Shouldn't they die?"

was soft, devoid of any emotion-neither joy, anger, nor

to look and only then saw the man in

he had been standing there. He had

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