Chapter 451 Nothing to Do With the Sanders

No chip?

I stared at him, stunned. "You lied to all of us?"

Taylor's gaze shifted to Whitney. She lay on the ground, her wedding dress soaked in blood, the diamonds on it sparkling in the sunlight.

She looked like an angel cast into the mud-so pure, yet irreparably stained.

His voice softened. "How could I risk implanting something so dangerous into her?"

It made sense. The chip was controlled by an organization, and if he had implanted it, anyone could easily harm Whitney. He would never endanger her life that way.

Slowly, he walked over and gently lifted her from the ground. His hands were tender, as though she were a delicate treasure he feared to damage.

Watching him, my heart ached. What truly was the truth?

I recalled hiding in the closet at Yael's birthday party. Maybe Taylor had known I was there. That was why he had slept with Whitney in front of me, then taken her to the bathroom, deliberately creating an opening for me to leave.

And at the funeral home, he'd made sure to have that intimate moment with Whitney in the car, almost as if to remind me of his villainous side and push me away.

Then there was that time when Yael had disguised me as a mute servant, and Taylor had acted like he didn't know me.

He had purposely spared me over and over again.

In the past, I avoided him at all costs, but now, I could understand his position a bit better.

couldn't defy his father's wishes

only a few years younger than Carter, in his twenties-the age when most people live recklessly. But he had been bound by hatred, unable

this man loved Whitney with all

someone, then carefully carried Whitney away. As I watched them walk away, a wave of sorrow

did want to marry Whitney. Without a certificate, he probably still dreamed

like a massive web God lays out in advance. No matter how carefully we try to avoid it, we all get

hatred, they could have been perfect for

...

body, gently touching the wound on her head and wiping away the

been so loyal to the Sanders. Despite being such a strong, determined woman, she had spent the last six months bedridden. Compared to others, she

fingers along her cheek. "Grandma, rest

I had been waiting

side, wanting to say something but looking

his truth. Now, seeing the madness of the Carlyns, he understood the helplessness I had

whispered,

may have to cremate her here and take her ashes to be buried in our family cemetery." He nodded, understanding there was no other option. The fact

been treated, she sighed in relief and approached me. With the Carlyns gone, she finally found the courage to speak. "Chloe,

asked softly, "If

froze, clearly not expecting such a

had looked so much like me, yet not one person in

How ironic.

had initially mistaken me for Zoey and treated me coldly, but within three days, he had noticed the subtle differences in my habits and

The Sanders family?

Wisteria hadn't revealed the truth today, they would

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