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.

swallowed nervously as he

to Steven. “Come over here and beat him up with me!”

when Zion grabbed. him by his shirt collar. “Come with me for a

glared at Zion and

said, ignoring Michael who was still clasping his injured nose. I then went up to

shocked. “Don’t…

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

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

couldn’t stay by Steven’s side for the

I do if he was too dependent on

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

hadn’t expected the murderer to suddenly stop killing the

Steven. He seemed to really

asked you to cooperate in the investigation previously, you always refused to say a word. What’s gotten into

head and looked at me for

looking at

meant that he’d only come along and cooperate because I

to come along and left him back at the Lincoln residence, he wouldn’t have cooperated.

didn’t know what

I asked. Would it be

head. “Alive. Worse than death.”

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