Revenge After Death

“Quite well.” Michael nodded, trying to hold my hand.

I avoided Michael’s hand and stood apathetically in place.

Michael lowered his eyes and turned to go downstairs.

Following him, I asked, “Mike, why do you think I’m Stephanie Carlson?”

Michael’s steps faltered, and he looked back at me. “Because you are.”

“What if someone else comes to you tomorrow claiming that she’s Stephanie Carlson? Who will you choose?” I asked with a cold smile.

Michael was stunned. “That won’t happen. I can recognize you.”

I laughed.

Really?

Steven could recognize me quickly after seeing me, but I didn’t believe Michael could do the

same.

If Yasmin and Peter’s plan really succeeded, would Steven and Michael still recognize me? Would they still trust me?

Michael opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. But then, he lowered his eyes and turned to go

downstairs.

As I was about to go downstairs, Angel stopped me and looked at me quizzically.

“Stephie, the cherry tree on Quemerley Street has blossomed.”

I looked at Angel in confusion.

What did that mean?

Seeing my perplexed expression, Angel quickly let go of my hand and averted her gaze. She said calmly, “Ms. Stephie, it’s time for breakfast.”

As Angel turned to go downstairs, my legs felt stiff.

The cherry tree on Quemerley Street had blossomed?

It sounded like a secret message.

Was she exchanging a secret message with Stephanie or Stephany?

Was this caretaker a double agent?

“Ms. Stephie, try this sea bass. It’s your favorite.” Angel put the grilled sea bass in front of me during breakfast.

I furrowed my brows and looked at her. She knew I didn’t eat sea bass.

Seeing that I wasn’t eating, Angel said again, “Ms. Stephle, the weather is getting warmer.

You and Mr. Ford should go out for a walk and see the tulips getting warmer.

Michael interrupted in a deep voice, “Stephie is allergic cause difficulty breathing if it’s severe.”

They’re beautiful.”

large patches of

tulips. It can

“Oh, I forgot about that.” Angel nodded and turned to leave

Michael put the food on my plate and then took a towel to wipe my hands.

I subconsciously pulled my hand back, still feeling resistant to him deep down.

Mark remained silent and continued to serve me soup without

a word.

Sitting across from me, Yasmin’s eyes were almost bulging out with jealousy as she watched

1. me.

I glared at Yasmin and whispered, “Mike, I want to eat a hard–boiled egg. Can you help me peel one?”

Michael reached for an egg and peeled it carefully, placing it in

my bowl.

“Mike, I can’t eat with her watching me.” I propped my head up onto my hand and complained, the corners of my mouth curling up.

I was going to make things difficult. I wanted to stir things up.

Yasmin wanted to replace me, didn’t she? Before she did, I would cause as much trouble as I

could.

Michael sighed, knowing I was causing trouble. But he still indulged me. He seemed helpless. “Yasmin, I’m sorry. From now on, please have your meals in your room. I’ll have the caretaker send them to you.”

Yasmin clenched her fists in anger. “Mike, do you really hate me that much?”

“It’s not that he hates you, it’s me.” I put down the cutlery and looked at Yasmin. “Seeing you makes me sick. I can’t eat.

“Stephany!” Yasmin got up angrily.

“Mike, she’s so mean,” I said with red–rimmed eyes, holding onto Michael’s arm.

Michael was stunned. He looked at me and then said, “Yasmin, Stephie is the lady of this house.”

Yasmin took a deep breath, obviously trying to endure it. “Okay. I’ll leave.” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

As soon as Yasmin left, I immediately let go of Michael’s arm and wiped my hands with a disgusted look.

Michael sighed helplessly and didn’t say anything, continuing to serve me food.

“Don’t serve me anymore. I don’t want to eat the food you serve.” I ate an egg and drank some chowder. Then, I got up and left. “I’m going out for a walk. Don’t follow me.”

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