Chapter 453 Grandma Had Played a Final Trick on Dominic

I felt powerless as an observer. The rift between them was too wide for mere words to mend.

I had already suspected Taylor's motives.

I approached Whitney and helped her to her feet. "Don't cry. You need to be careful with your heart. What if you make yourself sick?"

It was only when she saw me that Whitney seemed to find some comfort. She threw herself into my arms, her tears flowing freely as if she were a helpless child.

I gently patted her back. "There, there. You still have me. I will always be here for you."

Whitney sobbed, her voice breaking as she choked on her words. "But... my dad and the others..."

"They're gone now. All we can do is live on. You're the only family I have left in the Sanders family. If something happens to you, I don't know what I'll do."

I knew I was laying it on thick, but I needed her to find a reason to keep going. Even if it was just for me, she had to push through.

She sniffled, and I wiped away her tears, glancing over at Taylor. "Do you have any food?"

"Yes, come with me."

I helped Whitney stand. She hadn't eaten in nearly a full day, and she had grown so frail. My only wish was to help her regain her strength, even if just a little.

As we entered the dining room, a tall figure pulled me in a hug. Yael, his voice thick with worry, muttered, "You really scared me!"

Now that I understood the secrets of the Carlyns, I no longer feared him.

I patted his head and smiled. "See? I'm still here. No need to be scared."

Yael, so large with his red-rimmed eyes, reminded me of a big polar bear.

I recalled childhood pictures of him, all chubby and adorable.

If life had been kinder to him, perhaps he wouldn't have turned out this way. He would have had loving parents.

"I'm starving," I said, trying to gently push his bulky form aside.

A grin spread across his face. "I've already made the food. You need to eat a lot."

He quickly grabbed bowls and utensils. Whitney, however, was frowning, clearly unhappy to see me so comfortable with the Carlyns.

the Sanders so much. How can you smile at him? He's one

probably would have agreed.

and while the Carlyns weren't saints, they had their

hatred for a mere pawn, I wanted to go after the real threat

before she passed to let go

clear they wouldn't harm Whitney or me. That meant Grandma was warning me not to go after the Commander

brought them up

nearing the end, so

was that Grandma had played a final trick

couldn't accept the Sanders' fall from grace and dragging future generations down with it. So, she had wanted Dominic to investigate and

the danger it posed-so great

the Carlyns were harmless. We were

couldn't burden Whitney with this knowledge; her pain was already too much to

his hold on her, allowing her to regain

the Sanders' past hidden, even pushing Whitney

live, even with that hate. It

eaten all day. You need to

strength for

else."

face darkened. "Chloe, I don't want

voice cut through. "If you don't eat, I'll

sat beside her. Whitney seemed to remember something

"threat of love" was harsh, but

a little too, leaving

glanced down, his expression grim. "Don't worry. My mom won't

but sigh, seeing his

really wanted to speak with

under a tree somewhere. Just find a big one,

"Why?"

cry, throw a fit, or hang yourself on strong branches

I was speechless.

was going on between Amber

comforted Whitney as best I could. With Taylor there, I didn't need to

for the two of them, and as Taylor

from snakes. It was clean, and there

bedsheet, shouting about how death was

her footrest. I

clear-she was acting like a

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