Revenge After Death

“When the police were investigating the missing teenagers, they discovered that all the teenagers left their homes by their own will.

“They all went somewhere without surveillance cameras and disappeared.

There was surveillance footage of their faces, but their eyes were lifeless. They were obviously drugged.”

Eason handed me the investigation report.

“And they were all in contact with Stephanie.”

I snapped up to look at Eason.

“What do you mean…”

“All the missing teenagers had Asperger’s syndrome and were particularly talented in a specific field. However, they were born to have social difficulties and refused to communicate with others.

“Their parents would hire similar–aged tutors to help them adapt to society. When Stephanie was still a

minor, she was their tutor.”

Eason frowned.

He was confident that Stephanie must have had something to do with the teenagers‘ disappearance.

“How is that possible…”

My head was throbbing, and I could hear a ringing in my ear.

“Stephanie was just a normal student. How could she tutor geniuses…”

I refused to believe in what he said. I was no genius; I was just an average student.

I was just another student who was preparing for the college entrance exam.

“That was a disguise.”

Eason scoffed. He looked up photos of a few yellowed exam papers on his phone.

*These are exam questions for the advanced class. Steven may have written the questions, but look at

who answered the questions.”

I took Eason’s phone and gasped because it looked like my handwriting.

“Stephanie was a genius. A genius who pretended to be average, Eason said icily.

He believed that Stephanie was more than what she seemed on the outside.

“I got these photos from Steven. He treasured them a lot. Even though he refused to admit it was Stephanie who answered the questions, you can’t alter the handwriting.

“Stephanie got everything right. She was a monster who scored full marks.”

In Eason’s opinion: humans couldnt possibly score full marks in the advanced class. To him, Stephanie Was a monster.

Nobody suspected Stephanie since she died. Otherwise, she would’ve been rather suspicious,

“Stephanie was a genius. She was very talented in chemistry. She could formulate various psychoactive drugs with raw materials, which allowed her to control people.

That way, no police report would be done, and the police wouldn’t know where to start.”

Eason must have added his deductions.

He deduced that Stephanie had created some psychoactive drug to control the teenagers with Asperger’s syndrome so that they would leave their homes voluntarily.

Then, she kidnapped them at a remote location.

As I held Eason’s phone, my fingers trembled.

That was impossible. I refused to believe him.

I must’ve been a minor then. How could I possibly have done such things?

I had no memories of such things…

“My head hurts…”

Suddenly, my head began to ache tremendously. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Stephany?”

Eason saw that I was stumbling. He stared cautiously at me.

I leaned against the bed. My head hurt so much that I started to feel dizzy.

“Stephie!”

Michael rushed in hurriedly.

He must’ve heard about the accident and how Steven took me away.

Michael glared at Eason before carrying me away.

I was too weak to fight back. My head felt like it was about to explode.

“Stephie, are you okay?”

When I regained consciousness, Michael was seated next to my bed.

He gazed at me anxiously, looking very worried.

“I told you. He can’t protect you,” he whispered. He sounded guilty and regretful.

He implied that I shouldn’t have left the Ford residence and left with Steven.

I ignored Michael and closed my eyes again.

A voice in my head told me what he actually meant. “You can’t run, Stephanie. You can’t run.”