Revenge After Death

Chapter 250

Yasmin gnashed her teeth, then continued, “I’m sorry to have caused you guys so

much trouble. We used to be classmates, Steve. You should know that I’d never

done anything to bully you or Simmie and that I haven’t done anything bad.

“If you’re the one behind Simmie, please stop. Don’t go any further down this path.*

“Go get yourself checked if you’ve lost your mind,” Steven said. He pulled me away

from her, looking contemptuous. “Don’t let her infect you with her poison.”

Yasmin sneered and gave me a meaningful look. “Congratulations on finding such a

great husband, Stephany…”

She was obviously insinuating something by emphasizing the words “great husband “. She looked like a spectator who was waiting to watch my act. “I hope you and Steve stay together forever–you two are a perfect match. I hope you’ll have a happy

life and family together…”

Her words were supposed to be good wishes, but she’d somehow turned them into evil curses. She was just waiting for me to make a fool of myself; she wanted to see

how I would meet my end.

Yasmin was making fun of me for siding with the devil and taking a nosedive into

hell.

“I should wish you the same. I hope you and Michael stay together forever. Don’t let him ever get away–we wouldn’t want him to go and ruin someone else’s life, right?” I turned away with Steven’s hand in mine.

evil as she stared at

entered the living

well,”

would get

you.” I smiled at

pleased to hear that. He wrapped his arms around

to head home early, honey.”

the doctor say to you just now?” I

for the expecting mother to have sex during pregnancy- it’ll help keep her hormones steady

bit my tongue. I should’ve known

the table, said,

Ignatius. But now that he was bedridden after suffering

were all in attendance, even the family

gotten their wits scared out of them by Steven. However,

by Martin’s side. Steven had obviously gotten

everyone

here. Come and have a seat.” Martin was acting like he was

was trying to show

any empty seats at the table. Where did he expect us to sit?

did he want

asked innocently, “Whose

politely, “The Lincoln

the family? Is it Mr. Martin? When did that happen? Grandpa’s

a good sign, you know. He might get a stroke tomorrow, for all

seriously, “Yeah, it’s a bad sign. Anyone in that seat’s going to get

stroke.”

on the table and stood up.” Where are your manners? Is that the proper way to