Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 445

Ethan and Jake both died in accidents. I wasn't there when it happened. Aside from sorrow for their lives lost too soon and hatred for the person behind it all, I didn't feel much.

The only effect it had on me was that I couldn't sleep well that night.

I thought I had long since severed ties with the identity of being the Sander family's fourth daughter. But when Greg's warm blood splattered all over me, I realized something I'd tried to deny for years. Blood ties—no matter how broken, even if the bodies were torn to pieces—could never truly be cut.

Josh and Kate stumbled toward us, their movements unsteady. Kate, in her panic and worry, tripped and fell heavily to the ground.

Penelope tried to stand up, but her frail body wouldn't let her. She could only crawl across the floor, inch by inch, toward Greg.

Whitney took a step back, like she had been scared stiff. Tears slid slowly from her eyes.

Yet again, her loved ones were bleeding out right in front of her. She had to be the one hurting the most.

My vision was completely filled with the piercing red of blood. Before I could even think clearly, I had already crouched down and was pressing hard on his wound.

But the gash was too big. Blood kept pouring out, covering my hands.

"Coco."

He reached up weakly and touched my face. "It's been a long time since I called you that."

"I—I'm sorry ... "

He let out a soft, resigned laugh. "So it turns out ... saying sorry isn't as hard as I thought."

I held back my tears, forcing my voice to remain cold as I told him, "I won't accept your apology. Don't think that dying will make everything go away."

"Heh ... cough ... You're still so kind. How could I ever have doubted that you might've joined the Carlyns to hurt us? Actually ... under the plum tree, I buried a jar of Ruby Toast. I'd planned to open it for your wedding night, but ... but fate played its tricks. I'm sorry. That night, I thought you'd just run off in a tantrum. I never imagined ... Coco, ending up like this—it's what I deserve."

He gave a bitter smile. "Dad, Mom ... I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill my duty as your son, to care for you until the end."

Kate's tears were falling uncontrollably. She shook her head frantically, crying, "No, no! Don't say stupid things like that! You'll be fine!"

Josh, usually the quieter one, was also in tears now, his face streaked with grief.

But Whitney—when she finally snapped out of her shock—didn't rush to Greg. Instead, she hurried forward and dropped to her knees in front of Dominic.

Grabbing the hem of Dominic's coat, she pleaded, "Mr. Carlyn, I'm a Sanders. Please, let me atone for the Sanders. Save my brother! He doesn't know anything—he's innocent! You can do whatever you want to me, torture me however you like, but please ... save him!"

Tears rolled down her sharp chin, one drop after another.

But there was no Taylor here. No one would pity her.

Dominic lifted her chin with his fingers. "Anna, I've already shown you mercy by letting you live."

Whitney pushed his hand away and lowered her head to the ground in desperation. "Mr. Carlyn, the Sanders are at fault for everything—every last mistake is ours. Ethan and Jake are already dead. Greg is the last Sanders alive. I'm begging you ... please spare him. Give the Sanders one last chance. I'll trade my life for his. Please ... I'm begging you ... "

She kept bowing her head, hitting it against the ground with so much force that blood had started to show on her forehead. Seeing it made my heart ache.

I wanted to stop her, but I couldn't move. My hands were pressed firmly against Greg's wound, trying to hold in the blood.

I had seen his wound. Axes were weapons designed for heavy strikes and chopping, far less precise than a dagger that could take a life with one clean cut.