Chapter 235: Anna's True Identity!

Until now, it had all been speculation—like how we believed Anna killed me. But without seeing it with my own eyes, I couldn't be certain. All I could do was keep digging, keep searching, until I had solid, irrefutable proof. This answer was crucial. I had to know—was the person plotting against me my own younger sister?

Carter continued his work, his hands pressing and kneading my waist with just the right amount of pressure. “We were right; she isn’t your sister. At least, when she brought out that DNA sample, your sister was still alive. But after all these years… your sister…” he said after a moment.

The moment the truth was revealed, a flood of complicated and overwhelming emotions surged in my chest. I had asked the heavens so many times, why? Why, if Anna was truly my sister, would she do this? Even if she had gone missing as a child after falling into the water, it wasn’t my fault. How could she hate me so much?

And now, I finally had the answer.

“She came back for revenge from the very beginning!”

“Yes,” Carter confirmed.

“No wonder I died so miserably. She had prepared for this for years, carefully planning each step, locking me into a series of traps until she drove me to the brink of destruction.” My fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet. “My poor sister… is she still alive?”

Chapter 236: Anna's True Identity!

When I died, not a single person from the Sanders family stood up for me or even bothered to look for me. If they had, I wouldn’t feel as bitter and cold as I do today. They owe me this. Every single one of them. If I don’t last until I gather the evidence, then Kate’s words will prove true—it’s just their bad luck.

“Still, Anna’s plans have already been disrupted by my rebirth. With a baby in her belly, she’s bound to speed up her timeline. Can you find a way to plant a few people inside the Sanders family as informants?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Carter replied.

In truth, my memory of my sister’s face had long since grown blurry. The only images I could recall were from old photographs we had. But after Anna returned, even those photos gradually disappeared. She must have done that intentionally—to erase our memories of my sister’s face, to slowly diminish our connection to her.

“You should prepare for the worst. But now that we know Anna’s true identity, do you want to warn the Sanders?” Carter said gently.

I shook my head. Not yet. The Sanders have already lost two people, Grandma is still in the hospital, and they’re already starting to suspect Anna. She won’t dare make any big moves against them for now. If we expose her now, we risk alerting her, and we still don’t have any stronger evidence to back us up.

“What if someone from the Sanders ends up getting hurt again?” he asked.

My eyes turned cold. “Then they’ll just have to live with the consequences.”