Revenge After Death



"Do you have a high IQ? Are you deliberately trying to give the impression that you're intelligent by dressing as if you are attending a funeral?" Steven asked at the door.

Rachel and I were left speechless with astonishment. Steven was so composed and confident while criticizing others.

Eason's body momentarily tensed, but then he turned to face Steven and broke into a sudden smile. "Oh? Aren't you... my old classmate? Have you finally been released from the asylum? It seems you still lack basic manners.

"It appears your parents' negligence in not keeping you on a leash continues to endanger others."

Eason and Steven were extremely hostile toward each other.

He mentioned Steven's parents intentionally to provoke Steven. It was common knowledge that Steven's father passed away in a car accident, and his mother's fate remained a mystery. She abandoned him at the orphanage's doorstep when he was just a child.

"Sir, you speak eloquently. Did you grow up independently?" I furrowed my brows, observing his discourteous behavior. Had he not been raised with any guidance on proper etiquette?

Eason's eyes grew darker as he fixed a penetrating gaze upon me. After a considerable

amount of time, a burst of laughter came from him. "Steven, you haven't changed a bit. You still have that obsession with collecting..."

He was likely mocking me for resembling Stephanie.

"Get out..." Lying on the hospital bed, Michael's complexion was ashen as he requested for everyone to leave the ward.

Eason turned to Michael, saying, "Mr. Ford, rest well. I'll return when your injury has improved."

As Eason exited the ward, he purposefully halted right in front of me. "You know, you and Stephanie do look very similar."Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

He believed that this sentence would provoke me and was clearly doing so intentionally. What he didn't realize was that I was Stephanie.

I frowned. "Do you know Stephanie?"

Eason was a classmate of Steven in the advanced class. I had completely forgotten... By now, I had realized that the memories I lost revolved around Steven. I had completely forgotten about Steven and his group of friends.

"Of course... Everyone in our dormitory knows Stephanie. After all, he was always hugging the photo of Stephanie while sleeping." Eason's gaze settled on Steven.

"Regrettably, they tore the photo into pieces, which was really unfortunate. It's considered bad luck to do that, isn't it? I heard that Stephanie passed away..."

Once again, Eason reminded me, "Avoid repeating the same mistake she made."

Eason's behavior had finally triggered Steven, who had been bottling up his anger. He stormed up and pushed Eason against the wall. He glared at Eason. "You're going to die."

Eason sneered. "Am I also a target for revenge in the serial murder case? Okay... Then I'll wait. Let me see if you, an absolute genius who entered the advanced class with the perfect score, can kill me."

With a firm push, Steven brushed off any wrinkles from his clothes and confidently strode away.

I stared in disbelief at the note crumpled in my hand. Eason had secretly slipped it to me after intentionally provoking Steven. What could be the hidden message he was trying to convey?

"That night, I was hiding in the dark, trying to see if Yasmin could lure out the murderer. Out of nowhere, Simmie appeared and wanted to kill Yasmin. I stepped forward to stop him and was stabbed by him," Michael eventually replied so that Zion would know. He believed more in Zion than the unfamiliar officer.

"Mike..." Just as Zion was about to say something, he heard Yasmin crying. Her wrist was bandaged in gauze, and with Lois' support, she entered the ward.

"Mike, Yasmin's a good woman. She attempted suicide for you. Thankfully, I discovered it on time." Lois sighed and continued, "Now that Stephie is gone, we have to find a way to move forward. I won't force you anymore. If you want to take care of Yasmin, just marry her.

Yasmin was very smart. She took her own life to gain Lois' acceptance. Michael glanced at me, his eyes betraying a hint of panic. "Stephie..."