Revenge After Death

Chapter 173

Michael’s bloodshot eyes made it seem as if he wanted to kill someone.

I shoved him hard and snarled at him as my breath quickened. “You have no right to say that! Didn’t she die because of you? Weren’t you the one who asked her to lure away the killer? And if she hadn’t died, would you have let her give birth to that baby?”

“I would’ve!” Michael’s fist crashed into the trash can behind me.

The trash can toppled with a clatter, and we both fell silent.

Then, we glanced nervously toward the courtyard, fearing that the man might have heard the commotion.

But when a scavenger approached to collect the trash, we both sighed in relief.

“I would have married her,” Michael said in a hoarse voice after a long silence.

It sounded like he was telling me this, or perhaps he was just mumbling it to himself.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Michael asked with a self–mocking tone.

I didn’t answer.

“I think I saw her the other day…” he said.

I had no idea which day he was referring to, but it wasn’t like I cared anyway.

Shortly after, Zion arrived with Phil and a handful of plainclothes officers to avoid

drawing unwanted attention.

over the fence into the yard and quietly opened the door from the inside before

I dashed in

a tall and slender man who was munching on fast food was now pressed

lounged against the couch and seemed relaxed, as if he had been expecting us. “What

under arrest as a suspect in a

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silently smiled.

his face was burned, which made his features

stare was cold and dark too.

with Zion, the man looked at me with a murderous

chill run down my spine, so I quickly

and pulled me behind him, shielding me with his body. However,

his hand.

with Zion, I said in a low voice, “I

Michael said as he firmly gripped

wrist.

off his hand again. Yet, it seemed that he had made up his mind to force me

you out

just can’t seem to stop seeing me as Stephanie Carlson, can you? Do you think that you can absolve your guilt toward Stephanie by projecting it onto me? You pathetic egoist!”

head in

I could, but I was no match

out of the courtyard, refusing to let go

“Michael!” I shouted.

I was thrown into his car and locked from

It felt like I was reliving the nightmares

heartlessly torture me all over again.