Revenge After Death

I was standing at the door when Rachel burst in.

She paused in her tracks and then looked at me in astonishment. "Stephie..."

I was wearing my old clothes and probably looked too much like "Stephanie."

Even Zion was startled. He cursed, "Michael, are you sick?"

"She's Stephany, not Stephanie! You've gone mad! Stephany, come back with us,"

Zion said, stepping forward to look at me as he cursed under his breath.

T looked at Zion blankly. "Who are you?"

Rachel took a deep breath. "Stephie, it's me. I'm Rachel."

looked at Rachel. "Rach, why are you here? Who is he?"

Rachel approached anxiously and took my hand. She whispered, "Do you remember if you're Stephanie or Stephany?"

I paused in confusion. "Huh? I'm Stephanie."

Meanwhile, Zion cursed again. "D*mn it! Michael, you're insane! What did you do to her?"

Michael stepped forward to protect me. "I told you she won't go with you. It's her choice, and you have no right to interfere."

"Stephie , he's nothing but trash. Don't believe him. I've come to take you away.

Don't you remember? Steve is still waiting for you. He's your husband." Rachel's eyes reddened, and she reached out to me.

"Steve..."' I backed off while covering my head in pain.

Steve.

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"Stephie." Michael held me tightly and warned Rachel. "Rachel, she's unstable. If you don't want her to die, don't mention things that will trigger her!"

Rachel clenched her fists in suppressed rage. She had the urge to devour Michael alive! "You're disgusting. Did Stephie's previous memory loss have anything to do with you?"

Michael didn't speak. He neither refuted nor admitted.

"Stephie, don't be afraid. Ignore them. Go back and rest." Michael tried to take me back to the room.

Rachel was not willing to give up. "Stephie..."

Zion held Rachel back.

Michael helped me into the room. Before closing the door, I looked back at Rachel and winked at her.

Rachel paused, then nodded cautiously at me.

Did Michael really think Peter was that capable?

Indeed, electroshock therapy could cause temporary memory confusion or even amnesia.

However , something went wrong this time, and Peter's experiment didn't seem very successful.

"Stephie, don't listen to them. Rest well. I'll go talk to them." Michael sat me down on the bed. He squatted before me and spoke in a gentle voice. It was as if he loved me deeply.

I didn't speak. All I did was numbly sat there while watching him stand up and leave.

"The ones who want Stephany dead are the Lincolns. Can anyone from the Lincolns even be trusted? Sending her back there is like sending her to her death.

And Rachel, do you think you can protect her, or can Zion, just a traffic cop, protect her?" Michael warned Zion and Rachel in a low voice.

"Michael, you're nothing but a sc*m!" Rachel wanted to lash out on him.

But Zion held her back. "Given the Lincolns' current situation, no one can be trusted. Stephany is safer here. She seems like she can't handle any stress at the moment."

Rachel breathed heavily. "Michael, you didn't cherish her when she was alive, and now you're doing these things. You're truly despicable."

Michael looked down. "I will make it up to her."

"Make it up to her? Is your idea of making up for it to trap her by your side while she's having mixed memories and also to keep your first love close? You're quite audacious. Aren’t you afraid of choking for wanting both?"

Rachel then turned to look at Yasmin, who had returned after having her injuries examined.

Yasmin had a bandage on her forehead. She looked fragile and innocent.