Chapter 473 Wisteria Still Alive?

I had a strange and unsettling nightmare.

Ethan and Jake, who had already passed away, appeared before me with lifeless expressions and rigid movements, resembling the undead.

A sinister voice, chilling like something from a horror film, echoed from their mouths. "Chloe, why didn't you help me?"

"Ethan, it wasn't my fault, I swear it wasn't!"

I tried to run, but just as I moved, my body crumbled into pieces.

Then, a head materialized-a bespectacled man I'd seen only once-now a disembodied head, floating eerily around me. "Chloe, my death was so tragic-return my life to me!"

"No!" I screamed.

The nightmare ended as I jolted awake, and Carter, who had been dozing off beside the bed, instantly turned his gaze to me. "Chloe, it's okay. Don't be scared. I'm right here," he said gently.

It took a moment for me to fully come back to reality, and then I threw myself into Carter's arms.

Cold sweat drenched my back as I clung tightly to Carter's arm. "Carl, there was... a head."

He softly ran his hand over my hair. "It's all right, it's all taken care of. Captain Tucker has handled everything. Don't worry."

"Who was behind it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Damian apprehended a guy disguised as a delivery worker," he explained. "The man admitted someone hired him to drop off the package at our house. I've already told the property management to handle all deliveries from now on."

Just the thought of packages made me terrified to even glance at another cardboard box.

Each time I shut my eyes, that image of the bloodied head with its gaping wounds would flash before me. "Ugh..."

to the bathroom, where

I had eaten earlier was a small bowl of cereal,

dry heaving when your stomach is empty-desperately trying to vomit

floor, retching repeatedly until

offering a cup of

and tears blurred my vision, leaving me

you

wave of exhaustion washed over me-I didn't have the

few moments, I managed to pull myself up and

brought me over," she

up, carrying me back to the bed. Sitting beside me, he held my hand and gently asked, "Do you feel like eating

I must've looked frail and drained. "I don't want to eat," I murmured

got

forehead with a warm towel. "You two have a talk; I'll go

food made by anyone else, he headed to the kitchen himself, determined

first," she said. "On the way here, I heard we still don't know if the target is me or

first heard

I could finish, Whitney cut me off.

wrong, but that's all in the past now!" "But Mr. Carlyn's obsession is overwhelming. From a young age, he was taught that revenge

an intense, obsessive need for revenge against you. Though Taylor didn't directly participate, he was fully aware of everything

were reborn,

intention of hurting

He was exhausted by the hatred that had consumed him, but he couldn't escape his past. Things had already gone wrong, and all he could do was Keep making

come after you again? If he wanted to kill you,

just didn't expect Whitney to

about him,"

can't be together, especially with him gone now. Besides, the death of that individual has no connection to the Carlyns. They wouldn't take someone's life just because that person tried to reach out to them." "Then who

don't know the details. Once, Taccidentally walked into a room and saw someone cutting apart a body. It frightened me so badly I couldn't sleep for three days,

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