Even after Her Death (Chloe and Luke) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 Meeting Whitney 

Chapter 397 Meeting Whitney 

Yael is utterly frightening he doesn’t follow the rules at all. 

I felt utterly paralyzed, both in fear and silence, dreading the thought that I might never regain my voice. Desperately, I waved my hands in panic. 

At last, he broke the silence, saying, ‘Chloe, calm down. The medicine’s effects only last a week. You’ll be able to speak again soon.” 

Though he sounded reassuring. I couldn’t shake the suspicion that he was lying. But there was no turning 

back now. 

I had only one choice–if I didn’t agree to his terms, he would abandon me here on this lonely island, leaving my cries unheard. 

As long as I could return, losing my voice temporarily was a small price to pay 

He gave me a tablet loaded with sign language lessons 

While I practiced, he began sharing the story of the person who originally had this face, 

“She couldn’t speak, everyone called her the Mute Girl 

In brief, her role was that of a mute servant, barely noticeable. She was a few years older than Yael, had looked after him in the past, and had also crossed paths with Whitney 

Her presence at the wedding would raise no suspicions. 

The idea of infiltrating the Carlyns under someone elses identity–and potentially running into Amber and the others–set my heart pounding. 

That place was the devil’s den, the very one I had longed to enter for so long 

Excitement swirled within me, but it was tangled with nerves, dread, and an overwhelming sense of 

Frar gripped me–I was terrified of making a mistake, terrified they would uncover the truth. 

Even though I remained silent, Yael quickly picked up on my anxiety. 

“Chloe, don’t worry. I’m right here, he reassured me. Just avoid looking her the eye. As long as you keep a low profile and stick close to me, she won’t suspect a thing” 

I nodded and threw myself into learning sign language with full concentration. 

Fortunately, I’m a quick learner, and in no time, I picked up basic communication and gestures. 

The car pulled up at the White Residence. 

The two families had been close for years. Even after the Sanders forced them out, their bond remained strong for decades. 

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So, despite its outward appearance, the Whites were far from as spotless as it seemed. 

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Even if they weren’t directly tied to the Sanders and Boltons, they were still linked to the dark figures in the underground force! 

The Whites‘ ancestors had been involved in the herbal medicine trade, which meant that top medical experts from their family were likely part of that organization! 

The Whites was no less perilous than any other. 

It was possible that the older members of the family were fully aware of Whitney’s true identity but deliberately assigned her this fabricated one. 

The actual Alice might have perished in some accident years ago. 

Only the younger members of the family seemed completely oblivious to the truth. 

I needed to tread cautiously. 

As a servant, I would stick to my role and perform my duties diligently. My sole glimmer of hope now rested with Zoey, 

I prayed she hadn’t abandoned Whitney. If Zoey came to the Whites, I’d finally have the chance to let her know I was still alive. 

Stepping out of the car, I held the door open for Yael and trailed behind him, keeping my head bowed. 

Without sparing me a glance, Yael strode forward with purposeful steps. 

Not far away, Taylor’s eyes landed on me. I kept my gaze lowered, feigning ignorance of his attention. 

At that moment, I realized the advantage of being unable to speak–fewer words meant fewer chances to slip up, and silence meant no mistakes at all. 

“Why did you bring her here? Taylor asked, his tone curious. 

“You and your wife are newlyweds. I figured there must be plenty that needs attending to. She’s a woman, so she can handle things more discreetly than others, Yael replied smoothly. 

The explanation seemed reasonable enough, and Taylor didn’t question it further. “Makes sense, Mute Girl and Whitney are acquainted. Since Whitney’s not in the best spirits, let her go cheer Whitney up.” 

mity I was secretly elated. I’d never had a chance to approach Whitney before, but now the opportunity had presented itself. 

It seems that in life, you win some and lose some. 

Yael seemed to understand my intentions, so he didn’t object. Instead, he led me to Whitney’s room. “Stay with Ms. White and don’t wander off,” he instructed. 

The warning in his gaze was unmistakable, and I quickly nodded in agreement. 

I gently pushed the door open, revealing a petite figure perched on the windowsill. 

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She was curled up, her arms hugging her knees, looking unterly forkan 

Maybe she had tried to resist at the beginning, but Tayor’s aggression likely crushed any defiance, leaving her with no desire to fight back anymore. 

I couldn’t tell what was on her mind, but sorrow seemed to comme her entirely. 

She had been just five years old when the was taken away, whiled basked in the warmth of my family’s love at the Sanders. Meanwhile, she was thrown into the grasp of monsters 

Whitney, you must be in so much pain. 

Without even looking back, she spoke in a cold, detached tone. I’ve eaten. What else do you need from 

me 

My trembling hand gently touched her shoulder. 

She shook it off with irritation, but her expression softened the moment she realized it was me. “Sorry, I thought you were 

Maybe, in her eyes, Mute Girl was nothing more than another unfortunate soul, just like her. 

I waved my hand, signaling that I was fine. 

Her gaze held no trace of anger as she said, “They sent you to keep an eye on me, didn’t they? Don’t worry. I won’t try to end my life.” 

End her life? 

She must have attempted suicide before! 

Given everything Taylor had likely done to her, who could fault her for wanting to escape that way? 

I longed to wrap her in a comforting hug, but I couldn’t risk it–there might be cameras hidden in the room. Any misstep could draw unwanted attention. 

All I could do was stand silently beside her, voiceless and powerless. 

She reminded me of a caged bird yearning to escape, leaning against the glass and gazing wistfully at the world beyond the window. 

To her, life was nothing more than a series of cages, each one trading one form of confinement for another. 

No matter how lavish or elegant the clothes Taylor put on her, she was still just a gilded canary in a cage. 

As the hours slipped away, Whitney remained perched on the windowsill the entire afternoon, and I stood silently beside her the whole time. 

Her life was unbearably dull and isolating. I couldn’t fathom how she had endured all these years, stripped of the vibrancy and energy that someone her age should possess. 

How had she managed to survive through it all? 

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My legs ached from standing, and my knee injury still hadn’t healed, so I could only limp as I followed her 

Whitney noticed my struggle and realized I had been on my feet the entire afternoon. 

“Are you out of your mind? Why didn’t you just find somewhere to sit?” she sighed, clearly annoyed. 

I waved my hand, signalling that I was fine. 

She let out a sigh arid said, “What else can we do? People like us have no options.”