Revenge After Death

Chapter 233

“Was it Simmy who gave it to you?” I asked softly, peering anxiously into Steven’s eyes.

Steven avoided my gaze and deflected, “Stephie… How’s Grandma Rosie doing?”

He was changing the subject.

I always knew that there were too many secrets surrounding Steven. I had initially drawn close to him to unravel those very mysteries. Otherwise, Eason wouldn’t have been so

fixated on him.

Yet, the deeper I delved into our connection, the more I realized that not only did Steven harbor numerous secrets, but my original host, Stephany Larson, did as well.

To compound matters, I even began to question myself.

What hidden truth lay buried within my lost memories?

Why did Michael say that I had a psychological illness before? And what kind of illness

was that?

Was it a mere coincidence that I found myself reborn into Stephany’s body?

The more I pondered, the more terrifying the things seemed to me..

I brought Steven back to his ward. The nurse scolded him severely and resealed the punctured needle of the IV.

around, I held his hand and headed to Grandma Rosie’s ward, only to discover Michael had been

Michael said, attending to her.

feeling

having everything handed to him on a silver platter.

here he was, being attentive in the ward.

is my grandmother. I can take care of her myself. You can go now,” I said, firmly as I walked over and snatched the glass of water from Michael’s

his gaze and remained

who was awake, leaned against the head of the bed and gazed at

dearly

Mike like that? He’s a nice,

me during your absence, but he was also the one who found out that I was sick and sent me to

was momentarily startled, frowning as I stared at Michael.

had already ingratiated himself with Stephany’s grandmother long before

he up

the doorway, Steven scrutinized Michael with cold eyes. It was as if he had encountered someone even more skilled

called my name

Grandma Rosie, “Grandma Rosie, this is my husband, Steven Lincoln. You can call him

glanced at Steven,

to Stephy for so long, yet you’ve never bothered to come visit me. Instead, Mike was the one who

Rosie, Steve suffers from an illness. He probably can’t even take care of himself, let alone you.

was well aware of my character, understanding just how much weight I

that he had “killed“, or rather, the me who had lost an important memory after the car

grief of my