Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Attending My Own Funeral 

It felt strange. I had only spent a single day with him, so why was he so worked up? 

Maybe he had drunk too much, I thought, but I didn’t dwell on it. 

Gently, I patted his back and said, “Mr. Bolton, about what happened earlier…” 

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The man lying on top of me propped himself up with his arm, looking at me intently. His eyes lingered for a moment, finally settling on my forehead. The sadness in his eyes evaporated in an instant. 

Within moments, his expression returned to its usual coldness, tinged with disappointment and a subtle sense of loss. 

“Sorry,” he said, his voice distant and indifferent, as he moved away from me. 

He slumped to the floor, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His posture far from the usual strength and dominance he once commanded. Instead, there was an unshakable sense of melancholy about him. 

In my memory, Carter had always been like a warrior–stoic, composed, and coldly defiant–even though he was disabled. He had never shown such vulnerability, or even a hint of weakness. 

He didn’t seem to care about how others saw him. He simply sat there, staring blankly ahead, as if he had no intention of getting up or doing anything else. 

The atmosphere was heavy, eerie even, and I didn’t know what to say. 

“Well… 

“You 

We spoke at the same time. I quickly fell silent and waited for him to continue. 

After a brief pause, he finally spoke. “Did you see her?” 

I tilted my head, trying to understand who he meant by her. 

Carter picked up a bottle of wine casually, his fingers tracing the bottle’s shape. His head hung low as his voice came out raspy. “How did you know about the secret of the statue?” 

After all, this was a huge loophole. With Carter’s sharp mind, it was hard not to be suspicious. 

Luckily, this matter was so bizarre that it couldn’t be explained by logic or reason alone. 

“Yeah, I replied, “Yesterday, when I saw the statue, I felt something strange, like a force pulling me toward 

1. it. Before I knew it, I saw a woman in the statue, wearing a white dress. She looked a lot like me, except she didn’t have that red mole on her forehead.” 

Carter tightened his grip on the bottle, the veins in his hand standing out. His long lashes shadowed his eyes, hiding the emotions beneath. His voice was low and measured. 

“And then?” 

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“I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly fainted. During the time I was unconscious, I heard a soft voice. She said her name was Chloe Sander and she needed my help.” 

At this, Carter abruptly looked up, grabbing my uninjured hand with such force that I winced. His grip was strong–this body, although younger than mine, was far more delicate. 

Her skin was fair and soft, even the slightest pressure left a mark. 

I endured the pain, confused by his reaction. 

Carter’s throat moved as he swallowed, his tone urgent. What did she say to you?” 

I couldn’t understand why he seemed so invested in this, especially since we had barely shared any meaningful connection in the past. 

The only explanation I could think of was that he felt pity for me and my unfortunate fate. 

“She said she was trapped inside the statue, unable to escape. No one knew about it, and she wanted to leave. I hesitated, then added, “Mr. Bolton, I remember Luke’s wife was named Chloe Sander, right? Could the woman in the statue be his wife?” 

Carter closed his eyes, clearly struggling to accept the possibility. “Yes, it’s her.” 

I couldn’t help but comment, “How tragic. After her death, someone turned her into a statue and placed it at the entrance of her house. What kind of person harbored such hatred for her? The cruelty of it all!” 

Up until now, I had only suspected Anna, but I had no concrete evidence. This time, besides my death, I had to uncover Anna’s true motives. 

If all she wanted was Luke, she could have stopped after my death. 

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The Sanders had already given her plenty of wealth in recent years. Why did she still insist on pressuring Grandma for the shares? 

And the things she had said to Grandma–she seemed to harbor a hatred for me, yes, but her loathing of Grandma was even deeper. 

There had to be a bigger plot behind it all. 

Carter’s eyes flashed with a flicker of resentment. He said, “The police have already started their investigation. I believe we’ll have results soon.” 

With a sigh, he added, “But unfortunately, even if we find the real culprit, it won’t bring the dead back. It 

won’t matter,” 

“How could it not matter?” I snapped. They brutally murdered and dismembered Ms. Sander. If we don’t find the killer, she’ll never rest in peace! Finding the true murderer will give her peace, even in the afterlife 

Perhaps my outburst was too intense. Carter looked at me, his eyes full of curiosity. “You didn’t know Chloe, but it seems you care about this a lot?” 

Looking at him, despite his earlier moment of weakness, Carter always maintained a sharp and rational mind. He was nothing like Luke, who blindly believed whatever crap Anna said, no matter how absurd. 

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Being under Carter’s gaze sent a chill through me. For a moment, I almost revealed the truth–I was 

Chloe. 

The words were right on the tip of my tongue, but I quickly swallowed them back down. 

Even though I was nothing short of a miracle for me to be reborn, Anna was in the open while I remained in the shadows. 

Carter had never truly hurt me, but he was still an outsider. I knew that revealing my plan to him would ruin everything.