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.

hand and placed it on

were well–defined and

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

troubling to me.

Michael’s doing. After all, he had never

acts.

about it,

had someone to hit Steven.

possibly come from a connection between Martin and

couldn’t recall what Peter had done to me. He was part of the memories I had lost and

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was

Steven said while moving my hand

propped on one hand. Meanwhile, my other hand…

realized what was happening, I instinctively raised my

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saw Steven curled up pitifully while covering his lower abdomen in pain.

you’re murdering

red. I grabbed his ear and warned him, “Shut

head in the pillow,

funeral? It needs to be grand, with lots of media coverage. You need to cry and act as