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.

she stared at me.

I entered the

you really well,”

would get

you.” I smiled

hear that. He wrapped his arms around me and refused to

to head home

did the doctor say to you just now?” I asked curiously,

said that it’s beneficial for the expecting mother to have sex during pregnancy- it’ll

my tongue. I

then, Martin, who was seated at the head of the table, said, “I’m surprised you knew to return for

reserved for Ignatius. But now that he was bedridden after suffering from a stroke, Martin had taken it upon himself to take the reins.

family were all

out of

side. Steven had obviously gotten

everyone

all family here. Come and have a seat.” Martin

was trying to

table. Where did

Or did he want us to

at Ewan and asked innocently,

politely, “The

it Mr. Martin? When did that happen? Grandpa’s still alive, isn’t he? Why

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

Anyone in that seat’s going

stroke.”

He slammed his fist on the table and stood up.” Where are your manners? Is that the proper way to speak to your