Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 472 Unboxing Not long ago, Damian had assuredthat he was only injured and needed a few months to recover. Now, news of his death had arrived.

I had always trusted Damian to handle things well. He was only supposed to teach that bespectacled man a lesson, not kill him.

After Whitney returned, she started the process of changing her name, though it was still underway.

When she went to study, Carter found someone to expedite the process for her. The review procedures weren't as complicated, and she used the Sander residence as her address. The nAnna Sander had been tied to Wisteria, so Whitney chose to renherself Starling Sander.

That's why Nelson cstraight to the Sander residence. We'd known each other long enough that he was willing to spend extra texplaining things to us.

Whitney asked, "How did he die?" "He had his limbs severed, and his head is missing." Even though I had seen my share of horrors, hearing about such a gruesmethod madegag.

Whitney and Carter turned towith concern.

"I'm fine," I assured them.

"This case is strikingly similar to Ms. Chloe's murder. The sbrutal methods were used. We've already started investigating, and we need you to cwith us to assist." "We'll go together," I said. "After all, Carl and I were present at the scene." Nelson couldn't reveal too many details, but I wanted to go to the station to uncover more clues.

The timing of the man's death was too convenient, and the savagery of the crmade it hard not to suspect Bloodshade's involvement.

At the station, we gave our statements. Luther was also finishing his own. According to him, he had only dislocated the victim's arm and immediately set it back, which wasn't enough to press charges. After exchanging brief greetings, we parted ways.

Thankfully, Damian had avoided security cameras when he beat up that man. Though the victim bore visible injuries, the lack of footage meant no conclusions could yet be drawn. Before we left, Nelson privately pulled Carter andaside.

"Why does this keep involving the Sanders? Chloe's case hasn't been closed, and now this. Mr. Bolton, you need to protect Ms. Chloe well-I'm afraid the killer might be targeting her." "Thank you, Captain Tucker. By the way, has there been any progress on the organ transplant investigation?" "I'm sorry, Mr. Bolton, that's no longer under our jurisdiction. I can't share any specific details." "I understand." Our group left the station, but Whitney seemed visibly distracted.

"This has nothing to do with you. Don't overthink it," I said.

"I just..." || I glanced at Whitney. She hesitated, then shook her head. "It's nothing. Maybe I'm just overthinking." "You should skip class tonight and rest at home," I suggested.

"I'm fine. It's just an isolated case. You're the one who's pregnant-you should go hand rest." I nodded. "Callif anything happens." Seeing Kate stay by Whitney's side gavesreassurance as I headed home.

I leaned into Carter's arms. "Carl, what do you think about this? Could they be targeting us?" "It's hard to say," he replied.

Suddenly, I sat upright. "Do you think Taylor might still be alive and now he's seeking revenge for Whitney?" After all, such a gruesmethod-it could only be that twisted organization of theirs.

Carter's eyes darkened. "If Amber and the others were fine, they'd contactimmediately." He also wished that someone from the Carlyns would show up out of the blue-it would at least mean they were still safe. "Then who could it be?" "We haven't seen the scene ourselves, so it's hard to say. I'll figure out a way to get the evidence and photos from the site. In the meantime, stay hand rest for the next couple of days. No matter what happens, don't leave the house." I nodded obediently. "Alright." Exhausted, all I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep.

As I arrived home, the little kitten in the yard was chasing a butterfly, a scene that brought a faint sense of comfort to my heavy heart.

A housekeeper approached, carrying a package. "Mrs. Bolton, this is for you." "Just leave it there. It's probably the cat bed I ordered." A couple of days ago, I saw an adorable cat bed online and bought it on a whim.

"Would you liketo open it for you?" the housekeeper offered.

"No need. I enjoy unboxing packages." In my previous life, I was always busy, but I loved online shopping. During festive periods, I'd go on a shopping spree.

In this life, I spent most days on edge, and it had been a while since I bought anything.

Finally having a package to open, I was eager to do it myself.

As I opened the box, the little kitten stared at it warily.

I patted its head. "Don't worry. I'll get you scat food next time.

vie For now, let's check out your new bed ...

Chatting absentmindedly, I opened the box flap.

"Ah!" "Chloe!" Carter, who had been instructing Damian, rushed over in a panic, his face filled with concern. "What happened?" I had stumbled back several feet, trembling and barely able to stand.

Carter caughtjust as I was about to fall, his expression tense. "Are you alright?" Terrified, I pointed at the package, my voice shaking. "It's a human head!" Carter shot Damian a look, and Damian grabbed a stick to lift the other half of the box lid.

Inside was a pale, blood-spattered face on a tray. The man's glasses still perched on his nose, and his lifeless eyes were frozen in an expression of terror, staring directly at me.

The head had likely been stored in a freezer for stime, as there was no fresh blood when it was placed in the box. A thin layer of frosty crystals covered the face, slowly melting in the heat. As the ice dissolved, blood oozed out, streaming from every orifice.

The sight was too much I felt the world go dark and fainted.