Chapter 407
“I’m afraid Taylor may have done something reckless!” Caitlin said urgently.
“That’s impossible! My mom’s the strongest woman I’ve ever known,” Hayden replied. “She wouldn’t give up now–not when she finally has everything she’s waited so long for.”
But Caitlin knew women too well.
Taylor wasn’t just strong–she was the kind of woman who would go down in flames, dragging her enemies with her if needed. She had held on for revenge, and now that she’d gotten it, Caitlin feared Taylor no longer had a reason to live.
They rushed back to the Yuncey Family estate, sprinting through the halls until they reached Taylor’s room.
Hayden flung the door open. “Mom-!”
He froze in place.
Taylor sat in her wheelchair, head gently tilted, one arm limp at her side, eyes peacefully shut as if in sleep. But the bottle of pills on the floor told the truth.
She had taken her own life.
“Mom! No–Mom!” Hayden dropped to his knees, grabbing her shoulders, shaking her. But there was no response.
Zinnia’s eyes welled with tears, while Caitlin stepped in, checking Taylor’s breath, then picked up the empty bottle.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “She must’ve been planning this. Waiting for Rachel to die… and then she could finally go in peace.”
“Why, Mom? Why would you leave me now?” Hayden sobbed. He had spent his life being her anchor, her only support. Now, with their revenge complete and the road ahead finally clear–she was gone.
Grief flooded the room. Caitlin could only stay by Hayden’s side and ask the staff to inform Timothy.
At the hospital, the Yuncey Family gathered in mourning around Rachel’s hospital bed.
Quill, Greta, and Millie cried bitterly–not just for Rachel, but for Douglas and Carmen’s fate as well.
Millie, especially, wept more for herself. Her husband was in prison–what kind of life was left for her?
Randall tried to comfort them as best he could.
Standing on the edge of the room, Cynthia watched silently, her expression unreadable.
She felt no sadness. In her eyes, this was karma.
Timothy didn’t look especially grief–stricken either. He sat silently, lost in thought as his sons discussed funeral arrangements.
Then, a servant rushed in. “Sir–sir! Something’s happened!”
Timothy’s stomach dropped. “What now?” he snapped.
“It’s Taylor… she’s gone.”
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“Gone? What do you mean, gone?” Timothy stood abruptly.
“She… she took her own life, sir.”
A beat of silence.
Then Timothy staggered two steps backward, nearly collapsing. Randall caught him just in time.
“Get the car–back to the estate!” Timothy barked, his voice breaking.
He left immediately, leaving Rachel’s arrangements to his sons.
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At the estate, Timothy was brought to Taylor’s lifeless body.
Only then did the truth hit him.
She really was gone.
“Taylor…”
Two wives, gone in a single day.
The weight of old age pressed down on him for the first time in his life. His face, usually sharp and imposing, sagged with grief.
News of the double tragedy spread like wildfire across Departure City.
The Yuncey Family–already embroiled in public scandal–was now the talk of the town again. What on earth was happening within this
once–gilded clan?
Speculations ran wild, but life had to go on. The funerals had to be arranged.
Timothy, summoning the last of his strength, made the decisions himself.
Two mourning halls were set up–one for Taylor in the west wing, and one for Rachel in the east. They could not be placed together. The enmity between them had been too deep.
Caitlin and Sebastian arrived at the estate.
In the main hall, they first met with Timothy.
He looked ten years older. His eyes were hollow, his shoulders heavy. He no longer resembled the powerful patriarch who once held court at his birthday banquet.
“Timothy… are you alright?” Caitlin asked softly.
“I’ll live…” he muttered.
He stared at her for a moment, then sighed. “I never should’ve listened to you. I never should’ve let them come back… I was wrong.”
He regretted everything–especially trusting Caitlin’s advice.
If he hadn’t brought back Hayden, then Taylor would never have returned. Rachel wouldn’t have been triggered into a breakdown. Taylor
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wouldn’t have had a reason to die.
Me glared at her voice shaking. “Rachel died because of you,
Caitlin didn’t flinch. “Rachel and Taylor’s feud had nothing to do with me. You know that better than anyone.
In truth, you’re the one responsible for this outcome. If you hadn’t been so unfaithful in your youth, if you had managed your messés properly, none of this would’ve happened.”
Her words struck deep.
Timothy had nothing left to say.
“Take care of yoursell, Timothy,” she said, and then left with Sebastian to pay their respects.
They visited Taylor’s shrine first.
Hayden stood in silence, his grief still raw.
“Hayden, my deepest condolences,” Caitlin said.
“You have my sympathy, Mr. Klein,” added Sebastian.
Hayden gave a solemn nod and exchanged a few quiet words with them before they moved on to Rachel’s mourning hall in the east.
That hall was bustling with guests–mostly relatives from Greta and Millie’s families.
And then they saw Caitlin.
Greta’s eyes locked on her like a predator spotting prey.
“You! Caitlin! You see this? *This is the result you wanted, isn’t it?!”
She stormed forward, trembling with rage. “Ever since you cathe back to the Yuncey Family, look what’s happened–Zahra’s dead! Douglas is in prison! Carmen’s on death row! The family is fractured! Rachel’s gone! Taylor’s gone!
“You did this. “You” tore us apart!”
She looked deranged, convinced Caitlin was behind everything–a snake who had infiltrated and poisoned the family from within.
in a flash, her eyes darted to the nearby refreshment table. A thermos of boiling water sat atop it.
She grabbed it–unscrewed the lid–and lunged.
She
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