Revenge After Death

Chapter 147

Steven stood there helplessly while suppressing himself. He wanted to take action yet. was afraid I might get hurt. My misunderstanding from earlier today when he hurt that pervert on the train must’ve frightened him, making him think I might get upset again if he acted too drastically.

Steven seemed really, really afraid that I might choose Michael over him.

“Stephie…” Steven called out nervously, wanting me to choose him.

I gazed at him, feeling overwhelmed.

When Michael saw how I didn’t struggle, he said coldly, “You’re lucky you resemble Stephanie Carlson.”

I gritted my teeth, wanting to punch him in the face.

Raising my head, I headbutted Michael in the face before turning around and hitting him. I had really wanted to punch him for a long time,

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to in my previous life; it was just that I didn’t dare to. Michael

often threatened the lives of those around me. That was what he did best.

I couldn’t cross Michael then. And with the addition of the debt I owed him, I had no

choice but to swallow it all down.

But now… I’d already died because of him, so screw that debt.

stunned. He swallowed nervously as he looked

Steven.

ran over excitedly and was about to toss a punch at Michael when Zion grabbed. him by his shirt collar.

Zion and

who was still clasping his injured nose. I then

was shocked. “Don’t… choose him…

a choice for me,” I consoled Steven, though I

emotional state was unstable, so I had to continuously console him. But this was just pity on my end, I had to leave the Lincoln family sooner or later.

couldn’t stay by Steven’s side for the rest of my life,

he was

seemed to be in a really good mood. He was eagerly helping Zion analyze the case. “Serial number. Every child in the

suddenly stop killing the people from the orphanage and turn to

seemed to

refused to say a word. What’s gotten into you today?”

at me for a long time. “Stephie….

know why he was looking at me all of

he’d only come along

Steven to come along and left him back at the Lincoln residence,

what to

victim the director?” I asked.

shook his head. “Alive. Worse than