Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 445 A Love That Came Too Late

Ethan and Jake both died in accidents. I wasn't there when it happened. Aside from sorrow for their lives lost too soon and hatred for the person behind it all, I didn't feel much.

The only effect it had on me was that I couldn't sleep well that night.

I thought I had long since severed ties with the identity of being the Sander family's fourth daughter. But when Greg's warm blood splattered all over me, I realized something I'd tried to deny for years. Blood ties-no matter how broken, even if the bodies were torn to pieces-could never truly be cut.

Josh and Kate stumbled toward us, their movements unsteady. Kate, in her panic and worry, tripped and fell heavily to the ground.

Penelope tried to stand up, but her frail body wouldn't let her. She could only crawl across the floor, inch by inch, toward Greg.

Whitney took a step back, like she had been scared stiff. Tears slid slowly from her eyes.

Yet again, her loved ones were bleeding out right in front of her. She had to be the one hurting the most.

My vision was completely filled with the piercing red of blood. Before I could even think clearly, I had already crouched down and was pressing hard on his wound.

But the gash was too big. Blood kept pouring out, covering my hands.

"Coco."

He reached up weakly and touched my face. "It's been a long time since I called you that."

"I-I'm sorry..."

He let out a soft, resigned laugh. "So it turns out... saying sorry isn't as hard as I thought."

I held back my tears, forcing my voice to remain cold as I told him, "I won't accept your apology. Don't think that dying will make everything go away."

"Heh... cough... You're still so kind. How could I ever have doubted that you might've joined the Carlyns to hurt us? Actually... under the plum tree, I buried a jar of Ruby Toast. I'd planned to open it for your wedding night, but... but fate played its tricks. I'm sorry. That night, I thought you'd just run off in a tantrum. I never imagined... Coco, ending up like this-it's what I deserve."

I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill my duty as your son, to care

were falling uncontrollably. She shook her head frantically, crying, "No, no!

usually the quieter one, was also in tears now,

snapped out of her shock-didn't rush to Greg. Instead, she hurried forward and dropped to her knees in

brother! He doesn't know anything-he's innocent! You can do whatever you want to me, torture me however you

Taylor here. No

chin with his fingers. "Anna, I've already shown

his hand away and lowered her head to the ground in desperation. "Mr. Carlyn, the Sanders are at fault for everything every last mistake is ours. Ethan and Jake are already dead. Greg is the last Sanders alive. I'm begging you ...

against the ground with so much force that

were pressed firmly against Greg's wound, trying

wound. Axes were weapons designed for heavy strikes and chopping, far less precise than a

instinctively pulled back, loosening the force of my

got medical attention in time, there was still a chance for him

had shown her composure and logic, both in the car

needed to be done in any given situation, instead of breaking

were nowhere to be seen, which made it obvious that Dominic had planned this carefully. He didn't want anyone

might actually leave us with

trying to stir even the tiniest shred

stood up, and no one noticed him at

the axe I had dropped on the

I've already lost two sons, and my two daughters have suffered endlessly because of this. Now Greg's life hangs by a thread. If revenge has a target, let it fall on me.

widened in shock. In my eyes, Josh had always been selfish, timid, and cowardly. Yet,

that he and Wisteria wanted

to kill us, we'd already

as you cut off your own leg with your own hands, I'll spare

tears. She was too overwhelmed to even string together a full

leg. Hurts, doesn't it? But let me ask you this did you feel anything back then when my father lost his leg at just two years old? He was just a child! How could you Sanders be

pay for it with my

A decrepit old bag who's halfway in the grave anyway? You've lived a life of luxury and indulgence, and now you think you can