NovelEnglishChapter 575 Sister She could feel the blood slowly seeping from her wrist. At first, there was pain- but it quickly faded into numbness.
In her daze, she wondered, was this how it felt for her sister when she left the world? Looking back on everything that had happened over the years, Anna felt both fortunate and sorrowful.
Though Taylor had done so many things-good and bad-at the final moment when life was slipping away, Anna realized she didn't hate him at all. Not even a little.
His presence had filled her life with hatred, warmth, and light.
When she really thought about it, the happiest tin her life had been on Rosbel Island. She grew up carefree, and every so often, Taylor would return to spend twith her.
He'd put on an apron, cook for her, and teach her to recognize every wild plant and herb.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey'd lie on the rooftop at night and look at the stars together.
As her consciousness faded, the final image frozen in her mind was just that- watching the stars on Rosbel Island.
She had been lying on his lap, her hair slipping down over his pants.
They had leaned into each other-two lost souls who beceach other's salvation.
Turns out, the place she most longed to return to wasn't the Sander residence. It was Rosbel Island. That starlit rooftop. That version of life with Taylor.
But life doesn't rewind. There was no going back.
Taylor... Goodbye...
Bang! Somewhere in the distance, someone set off a firework. The explosion shattered the stillness of the night with a sharp crack.
In his sleep, Taylor flinched-trapped in a nightmare.
He dreamed of Anna, pale and dying, whispering a final farewell. Blood pooled beneath her.
The sound of the fireworks yanked him violently from sleep. He jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.
His arms were empty-Anna was gone.
Did she leave again? Eyes adjusting to the darkness, Taylor scanned the room. A sinking dread clawed at his chest.
He bolted to the bathroom, praying she was inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut when he opened the door-his nightmare had beca reality.
Anna was lying in the bathtub, crimson water swirling around her. Taylor lunged toward her. "Anna!" "Taylor... Goodbye... " She whispered weakly before her world faded to black.
Thankfully, the odds of dying from wrist slashing weren't high-and she was rescued just in time.
From that day on, things between her and Taylor only got worse.
I.ne He no longer locked her up, but that didn't mean he could let her go either after all, the feud between the Sanders and Carlyns hadb reached a boiling point.
Anna returning to the Sanders wouldn't help anything. In fact, it might only put her in more danger from Carlyns.
The only safe place for her was by his side. After weighing all the risks, Taylor waited until she had recovered physically before bringing her back to White Residence in Jaford.
The only problem was that Nina believed Anna was truly Alice. She'd toss out a cutting remark or a mocking jab every tthey crossed paths.
But Anna didn't care anymore. What else could she expect from this life?
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