Revenge After Death

Chapter 188

For a moment, I spaced out.

“Steve, are you hurt? Who messed with you?”

“They ruined the cupcake I made for you.”

Some strange memories flashed through my mind.

In those memories, a little girl squatted next to a little boy. She asked the little boy why he was hurt, and the little boy simply held a broken cupcake as tears welled up in his eyes.

The little girl, dressed in a red dress, reached for the broken cupcake and took a bite. “It’s

so sweet.”

My head throbbed as if it might burst.

I raised my hand and pounded my head, but the strange memories still stubbornly lingered.

Who were they?

“Mrs. Lincoln, are you hungry?” The nanny knocked on the door and spoke softly.

My attention was drawn back, and I stepped outside. “Where’s Steven?”

The nanny glanced around and whispered, “Mr. Lincoln… has gone somewhere.”

Frowning, I wondered where he had disappeared to.

“Mrs. Lincoln, I’m new here, but you could check with Ms. Ewing. She’s been with the Lincoln family for ages.”

I nodded, not wanting to trouble the

nanny

further.

I headed downstairs.

Mr. Lincoln Senior suffered a stroke, there was quite a shake–up in the Lincoln

Angel, who still ran the kitchen. However,

Steven?” I

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irritated earlier, and

brief period of time. But he did ask me to remind you to get enough rest and

on time.”

Steven had left and wasn’t at the

worried since

gone off to?” I inquired.

“We don’t dare pry into where Mr.

absentmindedly took a few bites of food before heading

sudden fragment of a memory–the little girl in a red

“Stephie…”

cut at the corner of his mouth as I struggled to recall

sat up fast, catching my breath.

Why was Steven’s face popping into my

teenager. That pair

the driver said, interrupting my thoughts as

car.

daze and stepped

was a mess. Trash was everywhere, and

last slum in Huma,

homeless folks hung out, attracting all sorts of shady

characters.

to see

the dirty stairs, I soon

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everywhere in the