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.

his identity, as Dominic appeared

composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald,"

seemed

comparison, there's no

short fuse and flare up like a firecracker, but at

his deceptive appearance hides the fact that he's capable

his sons have clearly

just standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake

his soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek when he grins, he looks exactly like Dominic does at this very

voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that

bloodstains on them, with no visible signs

gone, severed clean

must have come from the one who lost a

dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood nearby,

I noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his pant leg-he was

her gray hair and aged appearance, stood calm and composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there wasn't a trace of fear on her face

is nothing but

Penelope helped them seize the

grandfather's incompetence and et

leading to the downfall of the Sanders, stripped

even more pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting themselves before

came to a halt in front of Greg, and he

under Dominic's gaze, his legs shaking so badly that urine splashed onto the

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

"I-I'm

to

at the sight

He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back, "You are more pleasing to the eye than

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and someone

Greg's chin, so close to

was icy, "Do

his voice barely a

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

twisted game

knife aside. "You have five minutes. If you don't kill anyone, there will

knife lying on the ground, muttering the same two words