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.

his hand and headed to Grandma Rosie’s ward, only to discover Michael had been there all the while.

some water, Grandma Rosie,” Michael said, attending to

frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed.

rich brat, accustomed to having everything handed to him on a

was, being

Ford, this 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 hand.

gaze

leaned against the head of the bed and gazed at

dearly

to Mike like that? He’s a nice,

I was sick and sent me to the

as I stared at

had already ingratiated himself with Stephany’s grandmother long before

was he up to?

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

Steven called my

him to Grandma Rosie, “Grandma Rosie, this is

Rosie glanced at Steven, looking somewhat displeased.

Stephy for so long, yet you’ve never bothered to come visit me. Instead,

illness. He probably can’t even take care of himself, let alone you. It’s best that he doesn’t come and upset you,” Michael

was well aware of my character, understanding just how much

the me who

I was immersed in the grief of my parents‘ death. My restless and