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 storming in..

and I dashed in

in the room, a tall and slender man who was munching on fast food was now

and seemed relaxed, as if he had

arrest as a suspect in a murder case.

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silently

a tall man, but half of his face

stare was cold and dark

Zion, the man looked at me

my

shielding me with his body. However,

off his hand.

Zion, I said in a low voice, “I guess that’s it. Bye, Mr. Ford.”

Steven, divorce him,” Michael said as

wrist.

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

you out

seeing me as Stephanie Carlson, can you? Do you think that you can absolve

lowered his head in

me!” I struggled as hard as I could, but

of the courtyard, refusing

“Michael!” I shouted.

into his car

I was reliving the nightmares

heartlessly torture