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."

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

her head frantically, crying, "No, no! Don't say stupid things like that! You'll

one, was also in tears

Whitney-when she finally snapped out of her shock-didn't rush to Greg. Instead, she hurried

the hem of Dominic's coat, she pleaded, "Mr. Carlyn, I'm a Sanders. Please, let me atone for the Sanders. Save my brother! He doesn't know anything-he's innocent! You can do whatever you want to me, torture me however you like, but please ... save him!"

Taylor here. No one

chin with his fingers. "Anna, I've already shown you mercy by letting you

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 ... please spare him. Give the Sanders one last chance.

her head, hitting it against the ground with so much force that blood had started to show on her forehead. Seeing it made

couldn't move. My hands were pressed firmly against Greg's wound, trying to hold in the

Axes were weapons designed for heavy strikes and chopping, far less precise than a dagger that could take a

me, I instinctively pulled back, loosening the force of my grip. The

in time, there was still a chance

composure and logic, both in the car earlier and

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

be seen, which made it obvious that Dominic had planned this carefully. He didn't

might actually leave us with a

kept bowing, begging for mercy. She was trying to stir even the tiniest

up, and no

the axe I had dropped on the

daughters have suffered endlessly because of this. Now Greg's life hangs by a thread. If revenge has a target, let it

been selfish, timid, and cowardly. Yet, in this

clear that he and Wisteria wanted to drag the Sanders

kill us, we'd already be dead without ever

as you cut off your own leg with your own hands,

was covered in tears. She was too overwhelmed to even string

son loses his 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

pay for

life of