Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 442 Want to Kill Me Again?

At last, I see the source of the Carlyn brothers' unhinged behavior.

Amber stood before him, exuding the innocence of someone completely naive.

Whether Penelope truly committed those terrible acts, I can't say. What I do know is that, for as long as I can remember, she's always treated me with warmth and care.

Before my wedding, she was constantly concerned I might face mistreatment, going out of her way to ensure I had everything I needed, even offering the entire family fortune as part of my dowry. After I disappeared, she was the only one in the Sanders who stayed up countless nights, relentlessly searching for any trace of me.

And yet, he's asking me to spill the blood of the elder I love most!

Among the Sanders, Penelope is more straightforward. She likely arrived by plane, though her slightly disheveled hair hints at a rushed journey.

With everything that's happened lately, I haven't had the chance to dwell on Penelope. I never expected to encounter her again under such grim circumstances.

Damian has faithfully served Carter for countless years, and it's clear that Dominic managed to track Penelope down using Damian as a link.

He avoided harming Penelope before, likely biding his time until the moment our family was whole once more.

"Chloe." Penelope's speech has come a long way since before she can now say my full name without stumbling.

I had just told Whitney not to overthink things, but when it comes to my troubles, I've learned it's easier said than done.

"Grandma."

Without hesitation, I dashed toward her.

The sight of her, with her white hair and a face so worn down, pierced my heart with pain.

For someone as resilient as her, has she ever endured such a devastating chapter in her life?

I pulled her into a firm embrace. "Grandma, I'm so sorry. I failed to protect you properly."

"You... you're alive. That's all that matters," she said, her voice trembling.

There wasn't a hint of fear on her face just pure happiness at reuniting with someone she loved.

"Grandma, I found Whitney. She's your granddaughter," I told her gently.

With tears in her eyes, Whitney finally made her way to Penelope's side. "Grandma ... " she murmured softly.

"Good, good," Penelope said warmly, her gaze filled with relief as she looked at us. Then her eyes shifted to Dominic.

unsure of his identity, as Dominic appeared to her like

the shadows, Dominic stepped forward calmly into the light and introduced himself with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely. His voice was soft and gentle, yet it sent

to him, Amber suddenly seemed like

there's no

and flare up like a firecracker, but

however, is the total opposite his deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable of committing the most

have clearly

taken after his father's intimidating presence just standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching its prey, sending shivers through

his father's smile perfectly. With his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing

you here in such a crude way," he said, his voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that I've spent countless sleepless nights anticipating this day." He moved with a graceful stride, but I could see the three members of the

bloodstains on

was gone, severed clean off, and blood

from the

men, dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood

noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine

gray hair and aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions

nothing

them seize the empire, they

grandfather's incompetence and et

to the downfall of the Sanders, stripped of even the most

trembling in

came to a halt in front of

trembled uncontrollably under Dominic's gaze, his legs shaking so badly

coldly and said, "Hey, you've made a mess

with fear, Greg stammered, "I-I'm sorry, I'll clean

hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe the urine from

sight of this. The Sanders' descendants were nothing but weak

He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back, "You

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someone immediately handed

pressed against Greg's chin, so close to his throat that Greg dared not move,

voice was icy, "Do you want to

his voice barely

a chance. Take the knife and kill any of your relatives here, and you'll

was a twisted game

minutes. If you don't kill

lying on the ground, muttering the same two words over and over, "Kill,