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.

she asked hesitantly, unsure of his identity, as Dominic

with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of Ronald," he said politely.

him, Amber suddenly seemed like an angel

comparison, there's no

might have a short fuse and flare up like a firecracker, but at worst, she's just a

opposite his deceptive appearance hides the

have clearly inherited his

standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like

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

such a crude way," he said, his voice calm yet chilling. "It's because my hatred for you runs so deep that I've

had some bloodstains on

however, wasn't so fortunate his thumb was gone, severed clean off,

scream earlier must have come from the one who

dressed similarly to Yael and heavily armed, stood nearby, their faces

his crotch. Yellow droplets of urine trickled down his pant leg-he was terrified

composed. Her once transparent expressions had hardened; there wasn't a trace of

is nothing

Penelope helped them seize the

grandfather's incompetence and et

downfall of the Sanders, stripped of

generation was even more pathetic, trembling in fear and wetting themselves before anything had even

steps came to a halt in front of Greg, and he turned to

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

you've made a mess in my place. What

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

sleeve to

deep sorrow at the sight of this. The

on Greg's back,

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raised his hand, and someone immediately handed him a

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

me," Dominic's voice was icy, "Do you

blinked, his voice

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

a twisted

have five minutes. If you don't kill anyone,

the knife lying on the ground, muttering the