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.

get out of bed and move around, I held his hand and headed to Grandma

Rosie,” Michael said, attending to her.

feeling

accustomed to having everything handed to him on a silver platter. He could

here he was, being attentive in the ward.

care of her myself. You can go now,” I said, firmly as I walked over and snatched the

lowered his gaze and remained

awake, leaned against the head of the bed

dearly

how could you talk to Mike like that? He’s a nice, kind–hearted man.

he was also the one who found out that I was sick and sent me to the hospital in time. If it weren’t for him, I might

startled, frowning as I stared at

he had already ingratiated himself with Stephany’s grandmother long before this.

he

the doorway, Steven scrutinized Michael with cold eyes. It was as

Steven called my

to Grandma Rosie, “Grandma Rosie, this is my husband, Steven Lincoln. You

Steven, looking

never bothered to come visit me. Instead, Mike was the one who has been

probably can’t even take care of himself, let alone you. It’s best that he doesn’t come and upset you,” Michael whispered, clearly trying to sow

was well aware of my character, understanding just how much

me who had

in the grief of my parents‘

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