Revenge After Death

As evening approached, Yasmin returned.

She just couldn't be driven away.

Iheard Lois returned to Affina to recuperate from her joint pain. However, worried about Michael, she specifically allowed Yasmin to stay at the Fords and instructed her to take good care of Mike. She said that as long as Michael said yes, she would agree to Yasmin marrying into the Fords.

The biggest trouble that once seemed insurmountable was now solved, and Yasmin should have been overjoyed. After all, she was just a step away from her goal.

Hence, she wouldn't leave just because Michael slapped her.

I watched Yasmin coldly from upstairs . It wouldn't be fun if she could be driven away by a mere slap.

During my years at the Fords, she had slandered and framed me countless times.

How would it be fair if I didn't give her a taste of those experiences?

"Mike, I'm sorry. I was too agitated. Stephie deliberately provoked me, so I got a little carried away. Mrs. Ford asked me to take good care of you. You've just been discharged from the hospital , and your injuries are not fully healed yet. I have to come back to take care of you." Yasmin apologized to Michael. She knew how to act coquettishly.

Michael seemed like he was in a rush to leave. He looked at the time and frowned, "

Ms. Ewing can take care of me at home. Every time Stephie sees you, she gets emotionally unstable. You better go back."

"Mike, you know the murderers haven't been caught yet. I will die if I go back."

Yasmin gulped with nervousness.

Michael was silent. He probably still harbored a bit of sentiment for her. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

How laughable.

I watched Yasmin and Michael with cold eyes.

"I'm going out for a bit. Don't provoke Stephie." Michael didn't insist on Yasmin leaving and quickly left.

Yasmin glanced in my direction and her eyes were filled with warning and hatred.

I smiled at her, then slowly walked down the stairs.

"Why is there a new maid in the house?" I provoked Yasmin on purpose.

Yasmin looked like she wanted to devour me. She slammed the hot milk on the table. "Drink it."

"T dare not drink anything you give. If something happens to me, Michael might be heartbroken." I propped my chin and watched Yasmin.

Yasmin was so angry she could barely breathe. Still, she was a talented actress. She wouldn't be defeated just because I framed her once.

After calming down, she sat beside me and said, "Stephany, let's chat while there's nothing to do."

"About what?" I smiled at her.

"Let's talk about Stephanie and Steve. Do you know why Stephanie died? I guessed that the murderer would kill her because everyone who offended Steve or treated him poorly died." Yasmin smiled.

I frowned and my fingers stiffened.

"Stephanie deserved to die. Steve loved her so much, yet she forgot him and fell in love with someone else." Yasmin leaned back in her chair.

Playing with a lighter in her hand, Yasmin said, "You know about the fire at the orphanage, right? Someone couldn't stand the gloom the geniuses brought to everyone, so they wanted to lock them up and scare them with fire. But, unexpectedly, the old dormitory's electrical wiring was faulty, and the fire quickly grew out of control."

I suppressed my urge to kill her and listened as she continued.

"Steve didn't die that day. I heard that when the firefighters extinguished the fire and the police rushed in, they saw a body tightly protecting Steve in a corner. Their relationship was really strong.

"Simeon's whole body was charred, but he was still protecting Steve. They say that the wall was full of marks from his pain. Still, he maintained his position and guarded Steve in the corner." Yasmin shook her head in regret.

"In the end, Steve suffered extensive burns on his legs, arms, and back but survived, while Simeon died." Yasmin sighed.