Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 441

All the unanswered questions finally made sense. Only he could have planned for years, luring his own son into seeking revenge.

Only he could have so easily destroyed his son's wedding, turning Taylor's people against him.

And only he could have stayed by Amber's side for years, knowing about my reincarnation, using Wisteria as bait to lure me away, and deliberately diverting Carter.

When Taylor mentioned "that person" on the phone, he was referring to Dominic.

So, it wasn't a coincidence that I saw him in the basement last night. He must have done something to the Sanders. When I went there, those people weren't just asleep; they may have been drugged. They didn't show up this morning either.

Hearing his words, I felt a little relieved. At least for Amber's sake, he wouldn't harm Carter.

If Carter was safe, that was enough.

I stared coldly into his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

"Naturally, I'm inviting you to watch a show. Come with me."

Whitney and I supported each other as we walked. Neither of us was wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the ground.

Whitney looked pitiful, still dragging the heavy, complicated wedding dress. The wedding dress, now wet, was even heavier.

I felt a pang of heartache and gently lifted the hem of her dress for her.

Compared to Whitney's anxiety and worry, I felt unnervingly calm.

Having analyzed the entire situation, I knew very well that neither Whitney nor I was going to die. That was enough for me.

As for the three members of the Sanders, sorry, that's their fate.

Zoey's words were indeed right. Once I stopped internalizing my struggles and stopped exhausting myself with them, everything in life became clear.

Dominic walked leisurely ahead, and in the depths of the dungeon, I heard a scream.

"Ah!"

It was Greg's voice.

Dominic paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Listen. What a beautiful sound."

Under their influence, I felt myself becoming more twisted. My first reaction to Greg's scream wasn't pity or sympathy. In fact, I found myself almost agreeing with him.

Indeed, it was quite beautiful.

I once saw a saying: No one can truly empathize with you unless they walk in your shoes, stand in your place, and think as you do. But when they finally walk that path, they'll realize just how hard it is.

They always talk about Wisteria's instigation, yet they've ignored my death. Did they ever think about whether I felt pain? Whether I felt sorrow?

Now, you'll get a taste of the terror of death firsthand.

Whitney quickly ran ahead, lifting her wedding dress.

I watched her back, my expression cold. Why was she running so fast? Ahead was a precipice.

I could almost guess Dominic's intention.

We won't die, but that doesn't mean he won't torment us, silly Whitney.

His gaze landed on my face. "What's wrong? Aren't you worried about your family?"

The more I worry, the more upset I get, the happier he will be.

I had nothing to hide. After all, I really couldn't worry.