Revenge After Death

The sound of laughter sounded.

It was Steven laughing coldly.

I wished for him to hurry and escape.

Michael was nothing but a scoundrel.

"Stephie won't go with you." Michael's voice was deep. Then, he ordered his bodyguards to take action.

"Did you actually think I came alone?" Steven chuckled. His voice was cold and hoarse with an unnerving edge.

"Mike..." Yasmin's trembling voice came from outside the door.

As I forced my eyes open, I saw a tall figure in a cap holding a knife to Yasmin's throat.

Steven didn't come alone.

I felt rather relieved.

"Mike..." Yasmin's face was pale with fear. Half of her face was swollen from a burn, and her long hair was cut short due to being singed by the fire. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Steven!" Michael looked at Steven with intense anger.

Steven scoffed and there was a frightening chill in his eyes. "What's more important to you? Your lifesaver or your personal interests?"

Yasmin, who couldn't help but tremble, cried out, "Mike, save me."

Michael gripped his hands tightly and glanced back at Yasmin.

Clearly, he was unable to decide.

He knew if Steven lost control, Yasmin would likely be killed.

I struggled to sit up and shook my head to clear the dizziness . Though I felt a bit confused, I was mostly okay.

An unexpected advantage seemed to be that Stephany's body, as a new vessel for my soul, didn't fully align with the drugs' effects.

However, Peter was a dangerous element to me. His hypnosis treatments had a significant impact on me.

I needed to stay away from him. He was like my biggest threat.

Steven had a moment of panic when he saw me wake up. Fear flashed in his eyes.

He probably feared that I might have forgotten him again.

Michael, too, watched me anxiously. Hopeful yet unsure, he called out to me tentatively, '"Stephie."

He hoped I had forgotten Steven and only remembered him.

"Stephie, come here." Michael gestured for me to choose his side.

I glanced at Michael and then got off the bed.

Steven tried to reach out at me but quickly withdrew his hand as if he'd been electrocuted.

He was unsure if I still remembered him or if I would be frightened by him.

I reached out and took Steven's hand and asked with a hoarse voice, "Where did you go?"

Steven went stiff. His eyes were red as he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Some rats were chasing me. I'm sorry to make you wait again."

I leaned my head against his chest and smelt blood. I smelt blood on him.

He was injured again.

Those people deserved to die.

Those who hurt him deserved to die.

I wanted to kill them all so badly.

"Stephie..."" Michael sounded panicked. He clearly didn't want Steven to take me away.

With Peter's treatment, it wouldn't be long before I forgot Steven again.

But if I left now, his plan would be ruined.

"If you don't let us go, Yasmin will die." ] looked at Michael and forced him to choose.

Yasmin continued to cry, ''Mike, I'm scared."

Michael got annoyed and clenched his fists. I could tell he was hesitating.

"Stephie, he's insane. He will only worsen your condition. Your parents made me promise never to let you be with him. Stephie, please come back to me, will you?"

Michael pleaded softly.

Ignoring his plea, I looked up at Steven and said, "Steven, I want to eat mango pudding."

Steven shook his head. "You can't."

"Why?" I asked softly.

"You're allergic," Steven whispered and held me close.