Chapter 448 Kill Her Father

Tears clouded my vision as sweat poured down my forehead, but I couldn't let myself break down. I had to carry Grandma through the final stretch. I wanted to tell Grandma that she was wrong.

How could I ever forget any of them?

The Sanders had their flaws, their coldness, but they once showed me kindness. I couldn't erase the good they did just because of their faults.

And I could never forget the care she gave me, even though the Carlyns had suffered so much.

As I walked, memories of my childhood flooded my mind.

Kate and Josh were silent as I shared those memories with Grandma. Josh's legs were soaked in blood.

Kate was visibly shaken, dreading what was to come.

We reached the Carlyns' cemetery again. Kate's face tightened in fear as she stared at the gravestones.

When they noticed that all the items around Ronald's grave came from the Sanders, their faces drained of color.

I carefully lowered Grandma to the ground. When she saw the rusty lighter, she understood.

"When did you ..." she murmured.

I never had a strong memory of Grandpa; most of what I knew came from family gossip. Now, I began to suspect that his death wasn't so straightforward. Some said he died from illness, others claimed it was an accident.

"He was just a useless drunk, wasting his life on women and alcohol. It didn't take much to trap him. The president of Sander Group, dead from a stroke? Ridiculous!"

I froze. Now it made sense why Grandpa's death had never been fully explained. His death was too shameful to be acknowledged.

Dominic continued, "Wasn't he fond of women? I injected him with ten times the usual dose and let him die in the arms of a woman. It was the perfect ending for him.

"But you, old fool, were too clever. Back then, the Carlyns hadn't yet risen to power, so I couldn't strike too hard. That's why you survived all these years."

Now it made sense why the Sanders had remained safe for so long-it was thanks to Grandma's cleverness. But as her health weakened and Wisteria began infiltrating the Sanders, everything changed.

"Your descendants are so foolish. Loving the daughter of your enemy while treating your own flesh and blood terribly. You deserve this. Chloe, you've already died once. I won't harm you again. You should hate them, like I do. Come here." Dominic beckoned to me. Grandma looked at me and said, "Chloe, come over."

At this moment, if there was any way to save one person, I had to take it. "You're no longer a Sander. Don't let us drag you down."

"Grandma..." I whispered.

Carter. He's still waiting for you. Didn't you want to have

My life had been a gift from Carter, hard-earned and precious. We had one lifetime

still waiting for

the frail, pale woman before me-she had loved me more

was fate

I looked up

Take

tears gently. "You're

she pulled me away, she stood with the Sanders, choosing to share

Dominic with steady eyes. "I've had enough of this life. The Sanders owe the Carlyns, and I'm

gripped a dagger. My heart clenched.

life, Anna. If you're alive, you can

"What did you

mother isn't a Sanders. I'll spare you

were skilled

whose hair had turned completely gray, the once-dyed

vain, but now, she

as Whitney had instructed, were now

nothing to do with the Sanders anymore. She had

most innocent of

as

son has loved you, protected you all these years, but your filthy blood cannot be changed. So now you must choose

Dominic continued, "As for

Josh's legs were severed,

die, Josh seemed to be the

to kill her

forced to witness it all. It was cruelty

hag, this is what you deserve. Watch as the Sanders fall. Feel the same pain I did when I collected

"Dominic,

and grandson are gone, you'll

demon! You

think I care? I've made it this far because of revenge! Death doesn't scare me. Even if I fall into eternal

toyed with

wicked smile

to do it? Want me to help? Ifbdo, I'll kill them

my fists, trying to hold on

were beyond reason. If I intervened, I'd only make things worse for

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