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.

could feel Yasmin’s gaze turning evil as she stared at me. She only

I entered the living room.

you really well,” Steven said. He was afraid

get

I smiled at

pleased to hear that. He wrapped his

want to head home early,

say to you just now?” I

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

tongue. I should’ve known

at the head of the table, said, “I’m surprised you knew to return for today’s gathering.”

he was bedridden after suffering from a stroke, Martin had taken it upon himself to

family were all in attendance, even

had gotten their wits scared out of them by Steven.

Martin’s side. Steven

everyone

and have a seat.” Martin was

family. He was trying to show me and Steven

table. Where did

did he want us to remain

and asked innocently,

politely, “The Lincoln

family? Is it Mr. Martin? When did that

not a good sign, you know. He might

“Yeah, it’s a bad sign. Anyone

stroke.”

table and stood up.” Where are your manners? Is that the