Chapter 398: Reunited, I Am Chloe

I could partly understand Whitney's nightmare; she likely knew about the activities surrounding the Carlyns. When Silas stabbed me, I didn't die immediately, though I lost a lot of blood. He took my body to the basement to perform a heart transplant on Whitney.

Whitney must have realized who I was. Even though I was unconscious, she knew she was carrying Chloe's heart. She fought back, refusing to accept it, unwilling to take my heart. Despite her screams and struggles, my heart was implanted into her body.

After my death, she must have been plagued by nightmares and guilt. She couldn't accept that she now had Chloe's heart. But since it was the only part of Chloe left in the world, she couldn't bring herself to end her life. If she died, Chloe's heart would stop, and Chloe would truly be gone. For Chloe's sake, she had to stay alive. Every day, she endured excruciating pain, an agony she could hardly bear. As her biological sister, I could feel her helplessness. But there was nothing I could do except hold her close. Over and over, I silently whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She gripped my clothes tightly, tears streaming down my neck, burning with their heat. "Chloe, I'm sorry," she whispered. Silly Whitney. I used to be upset, wondering how my sister could be so cold-hearted. But after understanding her ordeal, all I felt was pity and gratitude. I am glad my heart is with my sister. If I can do something for her, my death will not be in vain. But poor Whitney is trapped in this storm, unable to escape.

Unable to speak, I gently patted her back, trying to calm her. As her sobs quieted, she pulled away. "Sorry, I lost control," she said. I extended my hand and linked my pinky finger with hers. Whitney froze, surprised.

When we were kids, every time I wanted to take her out to play, I would hook her pinky under the table, shake it three times, and write "go" on her palm. As I shook her pinky three times, she froze, initially thinking it was random. Then, I carefully wrote "go" on her hand. Whitney's body tensed, and she hesitantly whispered, "Chloe?"

I knew what she was feeling; she probably thought it was a dream. I never crossed paths with her while alive. Now that I'm gone, with my heart inside her, how could anyone else know our secret code? Knowing there were cameras, I couldn't speak, so I carefully wrote, "I am Chloe" on her palm.

At that moment, the door opened, and Taylor stepped in, flipping on the light. "Another nightmare?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Whitney rested in my arms, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gazed at me, seemingly trying to confirm what had just happened.

Reluctantly, I gently pushed her away and stepped back. Thankfully, Taylor didn't suspect anything; he simply coldly commanded me to "get out." I cursed silently but forced myself to stay calm. Whitney was held gently in his arms as he comforted her, her eyes remaining locked on my face. I whispered to her, "Wait for me."

I knew she had given up on life, and if it weren't for my heart, she likely would have perished long ago. Now, I had to rekindle her hope, remind her that I was still alive, and that she had to continue living. I was certain Carter would eventually discover I wasn't dead and come to our rescue.

I stepped out the door, feeling sorry for myself as a servant, cast aside in the middle of the night. The heat in Jaford was intense, and the yard swarmed with mosquitoes. My knees hadn't recovered yet, and now I had two mosquito bites. I must have been the unluckiest female lead in history. Sitting in the courtyard, I had no phone, no tablet, not even a bed—just staring up at the bright moon. I couldn't help but wonder if Carter had managed to sleep tonight. Was he gazing at the same moon?

I had made it back to Jaford, but the vast courtyard of the White Residence stood as a wall between us. As their main contact point, the estate was undoubtedly under surveillance, which explained why Yael hadn't bothered to chain me up. Every movement Whitney made in her room was monitored, and I was likely being watched outside as well. I couldn't afford to make any sudden moves. So, I sat on the steps, resting my head on my knees, trying to catch a nap.

"Chloe, come sleep in my room," Yael said, appearing beside me, hair messy. I glanced over at Whitney's room, and he added casually, "Taylor cares about her too much to harm her." He was right, so I followed him to his room. As long as he didn't feel anything romantic toward me, it was okay. At least I wouldn't have to worry about him trying to take advantage of me. I let out a yawn and quickly drifted off to sleep on the couch in his room.

The next morning, Whitney looked exhausted as she ate breakfast, but her curiosity peaked when Yael invited me to join. Taylor asked, "Why are you so kind to Mute Girl?" Whitney quickly retorted, "Do you think everyone is as cold as you? Do you not even see other people as human?" Taylor fell silent, shooting a quick look at Whitney but saying nothing further, indicating he wasn't just suppressing her. After breakfast, Whitney led me back to her room. She requested a back rub, so I headed for the bathroom. The moment I stepped inside, she grabbed my hand, looking suspicious, and asked, "Who are you actually?" I looked around, and she calmly reassured me, "There are no cameras here, you can relax." I extended my hand and traced three words on the misted glass: I am Chloe.