Revenge After Death

Chapter 277

Steven had hidden upstairs without my knowledge. When I noticed him, he seemed to be secretly chuckling. However, when he saw me looking, his eyes filled with a pretense of sorrow. “Stephie, I’m in so much pain. I can’t sleep.”

What else could I do? I sighed and went upstairs to comfort him. I felt like I owed it to him.

“Stephie, give me a massage.” Steven requested. He lied on the bed and extended his arm for

a massage.

Distractedly, I massaged his arm.

Martin was unlikely to give up easily. Steven had just had an accident, and shortly after, I was also involved in an incident. Not long after, Ignatius had passed away. Martin’s tactics were ruthless.

“Stephie, it hurts here too.” Steven pointed to his chest.

Preoccupied with how to counteract Martin’s moves, I absentmindedly massaged wherever Steven pointed.

His chest was firm. Where had he built such a physique during his wandering years? It must be his genetic advantage. What would that make someone who spent every day in the gym?

“Stephie, my stomach hurts too.” Steven glanced at me. He was obviously pushing the envelope.

I was contemplating how to retaliate against Martin for the gifts he’d sent us recently.

and placed it on his stomach, so I rubbed

abs were well–defined and felt nice

I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. The connection between Martin and

troubling to me.

was likely Michael’s doing. After all, he had never

acts.

more I thought about it, the angrier

actually had someone to hit

could possibly come from a connection

was part of the memories I

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I was

Steven said while moving my hand

thought with my head propped

I realized what was happening, I instinctively raised my hand

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saw Steven curled up pitifully while covering his

you’re murdering your husband.”

his ear and

in the pillow, looking like he was

funeral? It needs to be grand, with lots of media coverage. You