Revenge After Death

Chapter 49

In the darkness, I could still faintly hear some voices. I could hear Rachel’s cries as well as Zion’s and the doctor’s anxious shouts.

“Stephanie, hang in there…”

“Stephanie!”

“Stephie!”

“She’s been holding on for too long. We found her too late… Maybe, maybe if we were one day earlier … Just one day… she would’ve survived.” The doctor’s voice broke, and his eyes turned red. “She was pregnant too…”

As a spectator, he seemed to be unable to believe what had happened to

1. me.

“She must have been in such despair.” Phil looked away. “If only we had found her earlier… Two lives were lost from this! That animal!”

“She was tortured so badly that her finger bones were shattered. And just to make her look more delicate, he injected her with a huge amount of drugs. Her skin is even paler than a doll’s now.

“That psycho… displayed her like a piece of art in this glass case!” One of the female officers also broke into tears and looked away.

Sitting on the ground, Michael’s breathing grew heavier. As though he’d gone insane, his eyes were bright red. “She won’t die… She won’t die. She’s lying to me! She won’t die! Didn’t she want me to marry her…? I’ll marry her, so come back! Don’t die!‘

“If you

the police’s investigation, Stephie wouldn’t have died!” Rachel sobbed while

her, but Zion held her

resented Michael.

have lived.

if we were earlier by just one day…” Rachel cried weakly, kneeling on the ground.

one day would have

she’s dead.

believe that the person in the glass case was me. He ran away as quickly as he could.

wish I was dead all this while? Now that I was,

were the philanthropists funding this orphanage back then. The day they died

celebration at the

casualties.” An officer jogged over into

orphanage.

“The orphanage…”

head hurt. The memories of the car accident flooded my mind. The face of the person frantically trying to save my life at the scene slowly changed from Michael’s face to another person’s. “Steve…” Why was I suddenly thinking about

lose that many memories from

might not have been an accident! “Zion slammed his fist against the wall. “I’ll

fading. I slowly stopped being able

that my parents‘ deaths weren’t an accident! It was orchestrated!

a roaring wave of hatred and thirst for the truth

but not the chance to leave behind any