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.

hesitantly, unsure of his identity, as

with quiet composure. "I am Dominic, the eldest son of

seemed like an angel in

there's no

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

the fact that he's capable of committing

his sons have clearly inherited his

father's intimidating presence just standing still, he exudes an aura that feels like a snake watching its prey,

soft, fluffy hair and a faint dimple appearing on his right cheek

"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

only had some bloodstains on them,

his thumb was gone, severed clean

have come from the one who

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and I noticed a damp patch spreading at his crotch. Yellow

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 or in

nothing

them seize the empire, they

grandfather's incompetence and et

of the Sanders, stripped

was even more pathetic, trembling in

in front of Greg, and he turned to

shaking so

smiled coldly and said, "Hey, you've made a mess in my place.

stammered, "I-I'm

his sleeve to wipe the urine

doubt, must have felt a deep sorrow at the sight of this. The Sanders' descendants were nothing

Dominic's approval. He raised his foot and stepped on Greg's back, "You are more pleasing to

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hand, and someone

chin, so close to his throat that Greg dared not move, even a

was icy, "Do you want to

voice barely a whisper.

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

twisted game

knife aside. "You have five minutes. If you don't

muttering the same two